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Youâve never suffered how I suffer
Youâve never worn your scars on open arms
Itâs so much harder to be a martyr
When the movement in the mass donât believe in anything at all
You wear me out in anonymous effigy
But who are you to take a swing at me?
You hate the world and you donât know why
Wish I could help you but my hands are tied
Youâre scared to live cause youâre scared to die
Wish I could help you but my hands are tied
Humble fathers and loving mothers
Would be ashamed to see the spite you bleed
Itâs so much better to check your temper
Than be an automatic, idiotic critic in the factory
You wear me out with your fake popularity
But who are you to point the gun at me?
You hate the world and you donât know why
Wish I could help you but my hands are tied
Youâre scared to live cause youâre scared to die
Wish I could help you but my hands are tied
Youâd rather tear me down, youâd rather watch me burn
Youâd rather spit your words than stand and take yours
Youâre scared to live cause youâre scared to die
Wish I could help you but my hands are tied
When it all comes down to sticks and stones
Iâll be a little more than glad to let you know
Youâre so overrated in your own eyes, good god
You hate the world and you donât know why
Wish I could help you but my hands are tied
Youâre scared to live cause youâre scared to die
Wish I could help you but my hands are tied
Youâd rather tear me down, youâd rather watch me burn
Youâd rather spit your words than stand and take yours
Youâre scared to live cause youâre scared to die
Wish I could help you but my hands are tied
- Album:
- The Bigger Lights