Dead Issue Lyrics

Odd Crew Dead Issue

Blame all the reasons,
A useless hate
Blame what you have to live through,
to make it through the day
I'm sick of your "pain"
Tired of your shame
Your own denial is to lead your decay

The whiny righteous
Not to remain
The blessed and faithful
Ain't to make it through the change
I'm sick of your prayers
Tired of your despairs
Hung on the gallows of your decently "blindfold" ways

You've waited so long, you've forgotten (way down you)
For moment will come to make it worth
For all that you struggle to gain
Will soon turn to be a dead issue

A last reflection
Of your ascent
The house of cards
that soon be broken by the wind
Crowned with high pride
Hollow inside
A phony smile of delight dying on your speechless face

You've waited so long, you've forgotten (way down you)
For moment will come to make it worth
For all that you struggle to gain
Will soon turn to be a dead issue

All your high pride
All your smug life
Destined to be gone
All your delight
All your blind mind
Destined to be gone

Soon we'll turn to dead issue