The Birth of a Soul - Really Slow Motion

Let him crave understanding Let him crave your wisdom Let him crave Let him need you Father, for the self-control I'm just a Judas, looking for a silver line And tomorrow is still a step behind Hey, hey, drama, I'd love to be a waste of your time Oh no, thanks so much for wasting mine So hear me out Let's hear it for the damaged Who understands but the broken? Developed in the arms of spite I'm all fucked up, and I make it look good Adrenaline sight tonight I'm overthrown I'm over your throne I'm over it Sick, sickened, I'm sickening, I'm stricken by the fist Blessed are the fires that have burned me Listen to this, the lesson is, never underestimate the agony Death of the fool, birth of the cruel Remember how you spent the best part of forever in a state of pure disease? It was another thing altogether to forget that you brought out the worst in me Hey, karma, you don't feel like I do You just wish you'd hate like I do We are the bitter, the maladjusted and wise Fighting off a generation too uptight We're all dressed up with nobody to kill The rhetoric stops tonight I'm overthrown I'm over your throne I'm over it Sick, sickened, I'm sickening, I'm stricken by the fist Blessed are the fires that have burned me Listen to this, the lesson is, never underestimate the agony Death of the fool, birth of the, birth of the cruel, yeah Now's not the time for denying Shifting the focus to scare Let's not forget we're all guilty All three dimensions polluted by earnest despair I'm overthrown I'm over your throne I'm overthrown I'm over your throne I'm over it Let him crave understanding Let him crave your wisdom Let him crave, let him be provoked Father, by self-control That he can see, look in the enemy in front of him Because cursed, not today, sucker Go back to Hell where you belong