Music: Corey Taylor/Tyrone Hill
We coulda had it so good I tried
I’m still sitting here
Looking into your eyes
And I blame myself
For blaming you
We coulda had it so good I tried
I’m still sitting here
Looking into your eyes
And I blame myself
For blaming you
[Verse 1 Kid Bookie]
Tired of being the blame
Tired of not ever seeing the same
I don’t want us to be enemies
But what you meant to me
EVERYTHING never think
This is so easy for you it could be?
Cuz you like seeing me broken
You’re ruining me
Something similar to sewers and streets
DISGUSTING, UGLY everything ****RD!!!
I’m hideous hating myself
Self pity what a ****ing mess
You are well silly you got nothing left
All because you put your heart in someones ****ing chest
And now it’s time to pick myself from the dirt
And dust the mud from your shoulders
Your worth is something you owe us
The strength that you carry is moving some boulders
[Chorus]
Oh! My God!
It’s like it won’t just stop
You’re always BLAMING me
For always BLAMING you
Oh! My god!
It’s like it just can't stop
I'm always BLAMING me for
BLAMING you
[Verse 2 Corey Taylor]
I never mean to offend
Ever the victim again
Where does it end?
Telling the vultures and the soldiers
To abandon their own cultures
I wasn’t right
Saving the BLAME for the night
Talking alone
Pity the bitter and bone
I can be sad on my own BUT
I know that I can’t see past this mask
On mask, on mask, on mask, when we conceal
Which one is real?
I want a face I can feel
Depression isn’t despair
I accept the BLAME
Cuz I’m the one that put it there
Digging my gizzards with dirty fingers
And prying these staples and rusty knives from inside
I am the hero who lied
Confused and abused
Telling the truth
You wouldn’t understand
I killed the better man
[Chorus]
Oh! My god!
It’s like it won’t just stop
You’re always BLAMING me
For always BLAMING you
Oh! My god!
It's like it just can't stop
I'm always BLAMING me for
Blaming you
[Verse 3 Kid Bookie & Corey Taylor]
All of these choices lingering
Thinking I’ll limit this noise to minimum
Filling the void with women
Then feeling destroyed so imminent
Though I just feel like
Over and over
I’m starting to wonder
If I can recover from what I have done
Beautiful mannequin make me a man again
Walking away when I know I should run
I know I should run
But holding a gun to my head
Is like Russian roulette and just blowing it once
I was so in the slums
Until I traveled the path
Carried on walking these
Uncanny valleys and horrible malady
All of my defects are spiritual now
Coming together and staying in character
Part of me playing the part I’m allowed
Holy shit!!!
I feel like I’m losing my home and it’s
Just killing me how nobody chooses
To see the real in me
Give me the axe
And I’ll take it to far
Til I’m self harming
And no time to choke
Cuz I’m not laughing in this pity form
Mother ****er!!!
Give me cover
I discover
You can never
Tell me never
Independent
Coexistent
Coproduction
Self destructive
Contemplating
Tell me again who I am
[Chorus]
Oh! My god!
It’s like it won't just stop
You’re always BLAMING me
For always BLAMING you
Oh! My god!
It’s like it just can't stop
I'm always BLAMING me for
BLAMING you
[Outro]
Oh! My god!
It’s like it just can't stop
I'm always BLAMING me for
BLAMING you
Oh! My god!
It’s like it just can't stop
I'm always BLAMING me for
BLAMING you