Your greasy lips and your glassy eyes gave you away
I suspected you've been infected
By the diseased discharge of the media cunt
So little room to exist between
The honest truth and a crippling worldview
Decadent, begging for pleasure
Like a druggie on a hamster wheel begging for forever

I'm so sorry about you

You used to say you wanna live with dignity
And die on your feet
I hate to see you retreat
It's too early to accept defeat
We're all standing on shaky ground
And my knees are trembling too
It doesn't mean I have to lie down
Nobody's dunce
Nobody's fucking clown

I'm so sorry about you
I suspected you've been infected
I'm so sorry about you

Lyrics submitted by Mellow_Harsher

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