Blame (live At Eleven) Lyrics - This Crying, This Screaming, My Voice Is Being Born - Boy Sets Fire

Broadcast talking words, real words, painful words make 

you look so cheap 

You can't stand on your own, and I have ceased to care 

Digging, digging deeper for your precious heir 

Discredit, the job's too easy and so painful and way too 

fucking real 

The dirt is on your hands, the blood is on your hands 

And I can see right through them 

You're only a receptacle for me, respectability is a weapon 

of the "in" scene 

Dirt is law, new is wrong, can't we just let all this fall out 

of our laps again? 

How many sorries does it take? 

Well I'm sorry, yeah so sorry that you weren't cool enough 

Lies time pray for your inheritance, preys on their life. 

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