Censorship

What will it take?
What will it take?
Give a man more than due, he'll laud you all his days
But give him less than he mused, oh god, you're idol waste
What will finally earn your grace?
Are you not entertained?
When your expectations ride on the backs of promised lies
Showing your worth is almost a curse that leaves you high and dry
What will it take?
What of ends long pursued, scaled and weighed for praise?
Heart regressed to follow suit, the art has lost its way
What will finally suit the taste?
Are you not entertained?
When your expectations ride on the backs of promised lies
Showing your worth is almost a curse that leaves you high and dry
When your expectations ride on the backs of promised lies
Showing your worth is almost a curse that leaves you high and dry
Leaves you high and dry
Tell me what's the point of this? (what's the point? what's the point?)
I'm lost in censorship
(I'm lost in censorship)
Tell me what's the point of this? (what's the point? what's the point?)
I am lost
When your expectations ride on the backs of promised lies
Showing your worth is almost a curse that leaves you high and dry
When your expectations ride on the backs of promised lies
Showing your worth is almost a curse that leaves you high and dry
Leaves you high and dry
What will it take?
What will it take?
Are you not entertained?