The Murder of My Sweet - Damnation

Damnation

Wake up
The house you built is burning down
Too bad
No sympathy
There are no handouts

The higher ups
Applauding first
They're smiling as
Their wallets grow
The more they laugh
The more it hurts

The world is still burning
Intended for domination
A curse written in stone
The flames are growing
We're heading down for damnation
I just don't see the point
The core is rotten spoilt
You're just a man, you're no Christ

Sleep now
The newspaper protects your pride
Look down
The headline reads
You're the punch line

They kicked you down
You turned the cheek
They fooled you once
While you were weak
The more they laugh
The more it hurts

Chorus

Time to run away, time to run away, time to run
You're just a man, you're no Christ

A life in misery
For trusting them blindly
You thought they had your back
But really they got your soul

Hey, how do you sleep at night?
When even your wife hates you
What is the measure of a man?
Let's see if you've got guts

The more they laugh
The more it hurts

Chorus

Written by:
Angelica Rylin, Daniel Flores

Publisher:
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