Guilty
The hands of the poor
The rich, the beggar and the thief
Our decent minds, the selfish hide
And we can't survive
The day you see, is the day we breathe
So open your fucking eyes
We are still calling, for your rescue
But you turned away, and you stopped listening
Guilty, standing before the judge
We'll be left to hang
Guilty, at the mercy of the wind
But what lies beneath, we are lead to believe
We can't win with this sadistic creation
When the lights go out
No hope, no name, there's just a hole
To die in, just a hole, to die in
No hope, no name, no soul, just a hole
No hope, no name, no soul, just a hole
It's time to rise up...
It's time to draw the line now!
Blergh!
Oh!
I fall asleep for years
To return to well oiled machines
I fall asleep for years
To return to well oiled machines
Guilty, standing before the judge (before the judge)
We'll be left to hang
Guilty, at the mercy of the wind (mercy of the wind)
But what lies beneath...
Fuck!
Writer/s: William Stanley