The Teeth - Unoriginal bastard | Текст песни

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• The Teeth
• Unoriginal bastard

I am the martyr maker, blessed and wretched to the bone, declared "Unoriginal Bastard" by hypocrites who cast their stones. I've been driving under the influence; too much whining, one too many peers. I've been beaten and bound by coincidence while you try to reinvent the wheel.
I've been trapped with my hands behind my back.
Look away, this is no place for a lady.
Death before dishonor.
If it's mine, I'm not sure. Make this right; not in front of my family.
Death before dishonor.
Kill me for being honest.
I had hoped you'd cease and desist but you failed. I'm not here to make peace; that ship has sailed.
We will carry on. Alert the masses; burn the ashes; carry on.