Perpetual Deception - Fallout

Believe me I've heard all your pleas
And misguided misery
You're burning holes through your keys
And marching all through the streets
Your burn us all for justice
For causes with no substance
Calling for wars for the oppressed
Claiming it's for those bereft

Woe is me, my choices don't conform to yours
Bless your heart, but my pity's needed with the lost
Woe is me, who falters when they're shown the door
Tear apart, all our passion for your holocaust

You preach to those who can't sing
Ones who's free will is dying
Your honest hearts mean nothing
When the causes are your kings
You blame the rich for the poor
Employed them as virtue whores
Crave attention, seek report
All from the scabs you abhor

Woe is me, my choices don't conform to yours
Bless your heart, but my pity's needed with the lost
Woe is me, who falters when they're shown the door
Tear apart, all our passion for your holocaust

Impeding
On our free will
Deafening
Dying people

Written by:
Dylan Holt, Ryan Asbury, Tyler Stewart

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