Lyrics 10.22 - Ben Moody

10.22

What a tragic affection to harbour
A soul is seeking salvation to squander
Such a beautiful burden to bear alone
I know…
Rants and fictions of violence
Breaking the silence
Hiding the wake of our deception
Guarding desperate secrets buried below
And you know…
Tell me again your fucked up excuses
Dying fighting a life of abuse
When fame is your game
You say I’m to blame
But you know, but you know…
This moment carries my last hesitation
Seducing anger to haste my separation
This solemn piece of a guilty net it grows, so cold
Your every breath now strengthens my affliction
My tears have faded, all hope of your conviction
You were never the martyr you pretended to be
And you know…
Tell me again your fucked up excuses
Dying fighting a life of abuse
When fame is your game
You say I’m to blame
But you know, but you know…
Tell me again your fuckless excuses
Holding on at the end of the noose
When fame is your game
You say I’m to blame
But you know, but you know…
How they love you now
Tear drops rain down
Nobody cares, nobody cares
Tell me again your fucked up excuses
Dying fighting a life of abuse
When fame is your game
You say I’m to blame
But you know, but you know…
You know…
How they love you now…
You know…
Tear drops rain down…
You know…
How they love you now…