Don't come to me with your problems I don't need them,
Your conscience is a weight that I won't hold,
You'd rather be the only one who pretends,
Is it 'cause you've been bought and sold so young?

Don't ask me questions cause I don't got the answers
If you only knew what time would tell
It's all a test and lessons that you can't learn
You'll know when you spend your time in hell

So as your blood's running thin your time's running out,
No one will be listening not even when you shout,
When your angels turn to devils you'll finally figure out,
That no one will be with you in the end!

A hypocrite you're just a contradiction,
Wrapped up in your lies who knows whats real,
Well this is it your lonely life of fiction,
Do you even know how to feel?

So as your blood's running thin your time's running out,
No one will be listening not even when you shout,
When your angels turn to devils you'll finally figure out,
That no one will be with you in the end!

[guitar/drum mini solo thinger]

So as your blood's running thin your time's running out,
No one will be listening not even when you shout,
When your angels turn to devils you'll finally figure out,
That no one will be with you in the end!

The end!
The end!
The end!





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