Hospitals - Grace | Текст песни

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• Hospitals
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Your father taught you better
Than you now act.
Your mother raised you well enough
To know to never do that.
Your brother wouldn't dream
of sinking to your level.
Your sister looks proud upon you
Never sees your inner devils.
But you just sit and conjure
Excuses for your sins,
That book it never reached you,
God's morals never seeped in.
Proud in your lack of
Belief in anything,
Defined by vicious actions,
Apathy before everything.

And now you feel like fucking Judas.

Your conscience cleared,
Distance between
You and your friend
(Now a victim).
But hold your head up high,
Have some fucking pride
And know that what you did
Was always right.

"But guilt, it doesn't fall asleep
And I'm half the man that I thought I'd be;
A hypocrite, a liar, a poor friend and a thief."

Now will anything anyone else says
Every really fucking matter to him?
He takes a deep breath, exhales, moves on
Ignores the pain that he's seen.
Make a name for yourself kid you wont,
Ever cease to regret,
The way you treated these hearts,
These hearts that you called friends.

SO HOW DO YOU SLEEP AT NIGHT
OR LIVE WITH YOURSELF?

"I SLEEP IN COMPANY, COMFORTABLY.
I SLEEP IN COMPANY, FINALLY."