Whiplash Lack Of Contrition
While we wait for an answer
On how we should live
You feel like a cancer
On all that we give
All the sermons you're giving
From your pulpit so tall
Yeah, you're making a living
One the blind faith of all
And no one believes you
And yourself still deceives you
Every time you say you're sorry
You bleed a little of me out
Every time you change your story
You've got one less to lie to now
While they all kneel repenting
To heaven they cry
Their god they're resenting
As lives go awry
You speak of damnation
How they're led astray
You secure their salvation
With money they pay
You lead them to follow
Orations of sorrow
Every time you say you're sorry
You bleed a little of me out
Every time you change your story
You've got one less to lie to now
While we wait for an answer
On how we should live
You feel like a cancer
On all that we give
You speak of damnation
How they're led astray
You secure their salvation
With money they pay
Every time you say you're sorry
You bleed a little of me out
Every time you change your story
You've got one less to lie to now.
You lead them to follow
You'll repent tomorrow
Every lie, it cuts and scars me
It bleeds a little of me out
Every time you change your story
You've got one less to cry to, lie to - now.
