Infidus - The Frame

Stray from the path of what you call righteousness
You hold the morals of 1000 Dead men
I’ll try to get it through your head until you get a taste of some common sense
Your addition to the action and all these motherfuckers
Acting like nothing is happening is all I can take
The World has seen your face
And you cannot Escape
The wrath of 10000 men with torches and pitchforks to run through your head
Blood to spill is all I can think about
My fury’s only intention is bringing you down
You’re fucked and all out war is what awaits your sick return
Blood to spill is all I can think about
My fury’s only intention is bringing you down
You’re fucked and all out war is what awaits your sick return
There are no heroes in this world
Only the men that are put on the top of the pedestals
I cloaked their eyes with the lies that you are the guilty, yet you’re the innocent
I am the villain in your version, but truth is written by the victor

Written by:
Jesse Bartlett

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