I exude light and wash my hands of you
By larger being devoured
Leaving only me to improve
Weep
Don't fucking weep
Your weak eyes cry tears of the meek
You’re expectant to the Bible
Fiending all the foes in middle
Don't you see in the mirror that
You're the selfish shit
Shot glass seems to hug your soul
There’s no point to grow
You don't have time to explore
You're already broke
Weep
Weep
Don't fucking weep
Your weak eyes cry tears of the meek
Weep
Catch up with the sheep
It's a sacrilegious ceremony
New flavor of the week
Nothing's sacred in the faces of the
Soulless that you're made into
Soulless that you're made into
Soulless that you’re made into
You’re raptured by a guilty stifle down
You're raptured by a guilty stifle down
I wash my hands of you
And what I’ll do is mess you up and lie to you
Look at you, you know it's true
It's a field trip to Hollywood Babylon
But I'm not coming
No