You're one of them, a monster at heart.
Attention gives them what they need
To heal these wounds.
Their lungs, filled with guilt,
Hold up the walls they built.
You're just a symphony made up of violins,
That don't make a sound.
You lived a lie and came out with
Nothing more than the life you had before.
They're just machines that no one can trust,
Always cheating the system that they need.
I trusted you because I trusted myself,
Now I'm left with nothing but a wasted past
There is a devil inside you.
You know him all too well.
Take your lies to the grave you dug for yourself.
MATTHEW RYAN WENTWORTH
MOTHERSHIP MUSIC PUBLISHING