Vārdi: Boy Sets Fire. After The Eulogy. My Life in the Knife Trade.

How many times have I noticed
That our eyes hardely ever meet
From your judgment seat
I can feel the anger for my very being

Fill me in on when you became
Such a big part of my life
That I should bother with all your lies
Designed to bring me down

Wrong again don't depend
On any reaction again
I remember the icy walls
That shot up from no where

And I can see every lie
That you ever told yourself
You bleed me dry and I don't ask why
But I'm left with the dust

Judas kiss I dismiss, thank you all
For this I am unjudged, I am
Wait again I'm not through with the screaming
I contend that you've got nothing better to do

Trade my life for a barrel of gold
Find someone else before I get too old
If I live my life for aesthetic gain
Will you repay me with all your shame?

I can see every light inside your brain
Go on every time that I walk by for noise and whispers
Your comfort in my suffering
Is no longer disturbing

I'm lost beyond your petty stopwatch
In life's real time life's real, wait again
I'm not through with the screaming and I contend
That you've got nothing better to do

Trade my life for a barrel of gold
Find someone else before I get too old
If I live my life for aesthetic gain
Will you repay me with all your shame?

Don't get up I was slowly leaving the room
When the door of your judgment swings back
Around again, maybe I'll stop to watch your act

And I'll go on my way
I've seen quite enough of
Too many childish games

I'm ashamed of every moment
That I ever gave them the time of day
All the worst of enemies are somehow
Always friends that used to be