"Regression" as written by and Evan/powell Sula-goff....
What if I tried, would you then
consider my time as well spent
Would you put me on trial, consider who`s fit
to brand me insane, so I won`t ever have to deal with it

What have I done, your only son
They spit on my name, and now I have a gun
Running `round in circles, kids come out to play
But I can`t remember what it was that made me
feel this...hate
All my pictures on display here

What`s that you said, you were my friend
I can`t recall, say it again
This isn`t a game, but I will pretend
Look at me now, 'cause I win

I would be faking, I didn`t know
These idle hands don`t know their worth
I`ve covered them in blood, but this
still fucking hurts

Hate!

Hate!


Lyrics submitted by 7_myshell_7

"Regression" as written by Alex Viveros Adam Powell

Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

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