Shooting Galleries - Always

I always said I'd change
Try and shift this life I lead
But once you love your own shackles
It's too hard to be free
And I hope you get the message
I'll always stay the same
I was lost in your translation
You were lost inside my pain
And it's always the same,
Wash your hands of all my guilt
Strike your match lets burn the blame
And destroy all we've built
Subjugated
I'm afraid that
What I'm selling to you is not the truth
Consecrated
My faith has faded
Come put your bad hands to good use
I always found it strange
Just going through the motions
But when you're thrown to the jackals
You question your devotion
And I feel I'm being clear
And there's nothing left to say
Cut your losses as you count them
Paint your soul a shade of grey
And it's always the same
Wash your hands of all my guilt
Strike your match just burn the blame
And destroy all we have built
Subjugated
I'm afraid that
What I'm selling to you is not the truth
Consecrated
My faith has faded
Come put your bad hands to good use
I still love you
Just not deep enough to fake it
Don't tell me that you love me though
Cause I can dish it out, I can't
I still love you
Just not deep enough to fake it
Don't tell me that you love me though
Cause I can dish it out, I can't
I still love you
Not deep enough to fake it
Don't tell me that you love me though
Cause I can dish it out I can't take it
I can't take it
No, I can't take it
I can't take it
(I can't take it)
I can't take it
(I can't take it)
I can't take it
(I can't take it)
I can't take it
(I can't take it)

Written by:
Brandon Ashford

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