Woorden: Have Fun Dying. Guilt To Spill.

Best wishes to you and your fold
A thousand stories better left untold
No stones have been left unturned
You live, You learn, You die, You burn all off your bridges

The benefits and fringes
Don't outweight the hassles I'm cringin'
The politics of hypocrite-morticians
Are makin' me nervous
I'm dodgin' these bullets around

If ya fall to the ground
You're gonna get trampled by the herd
I've been ridin' on the bandwagon
I've got guilt to spill

I've got guilt to spill

Apologies that fail to fill voids
And bittersweet revenge, once enjoyed
Every day like another tabloid
You tike the time to blur the fine line that your towin'

Your underbelly's showin'
You're snowed in, but your suntan's glowin'
Nonsense and tension is flowin'
And it's makin' me nervous, I'm dodgin' these bullets all around

If ya fall to the ground
You're gonna get trampled by the herd
I've been ridin' on the bandwagon
I've got guilt to spill