Lyrics: Jimmy Howell/Ryan Wilkinson/Jack Murray/Kyle O'Connell/Lukas Booker/Jonathan Dolese
Music: Jimmy Howell/Ryan Wilkinson/Jack Murray/Kyle O'Connell/Lukas Booker/Jonathan Dolese
Why don’t they play fair?
For fakes they faintly represent fame
Oh, despair.
They say the same to praise the sacred.
Over their arrangements cultivating hatred.
I compare them with these tainted games so heinously
I’ll push them into flames.
to see them face to face with pains I feel
Cultivating veins to harvest them.
Assemble.
Send them to somewhere semblance.
Leave me less than nothing.
Leave me less than you.
Leave me when you need.
I’ve seen what you believe’s the best of you.
I’ve seen better days.
I’ve seen better days.
I’ve seen better days.
Less than nothing.
Leave me less than you.
Leave me when you need.
I’ve seen what you believe’s the best of you.
I’ve seen better days.
Consciously seething I can’t grind my teeth down any duller
Priceless, isn’t it?
All of your friends left,
None of your ends met.
Christ said “break bread”
What if I did?
What if it’s lead now?
They didn’t bother me the slightest bit
‘cause their blows don’t compare to the blood loss
They didn’t offer me the fairest bid
But their blows don’t compare to the blood loss.
They didn’t!bother! me! slightest bit cause the
blows don’t compare to the feeling of the
pain!given to me!
I wonder if you could do any better than I have instead.
And still your face looks on in hatred as you engrave blood loss.
For fakes they faintly represent fame.
Oh, despair.
They say the same to praise the sacred.
Over their arrangements cultivating hatred.
I compare them with these tainted games so heinously
I’ll push them into flames.
I’ll push them into flames.
I’ll push them into flames.
Less than nothing.
Leave me less than you.
Leave me when you need.
I’ve seen what you believe’s the best of you.
I’ve seen better days.