Take your fucking guilt I don't need it, I don't want it Look at what we've build You can't see it, you'll never see it TAKE YOUR FUCKING GUILT
power button meet your maker, ain't that something? plug it in, turn it on, say goodbye to Sunday afternoon fix the antenna, sit back and let disaster
nothing new, and looks more like the habit is breaking you. I should know better than to trust myself. When guilt and failure bring me back. I take
of your son is not so cold It's never forgotten your love Hold on mother earth Now it's my turn to tend to your needs Now I comprehend All the things
innocents must be spilt". They smile but they can't hide their guilt That their life is built upon a pile of bodies. Slaughtered animals? Slaughtered squaddies? The pleasure they take
to see You scream over onwards back to me I tried and I tried but my arms couldn?t reach To appease your guilt, Just wanna do it for, me [Chorus:] CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP YOUR
your flag in mute acceptance? Take up your eyes and see. Take up your ears and hear. Take up your mind and think. Take up your life and act. * It is
gravel turns to oil and you're sliding was it your intention to be part of it all or to never take part at all and now you won't be bothered with your
new, and looks more like the habit is breaking you. I should know better than to trust myself. When guilt and failure bring me back. I take the beatings
sands on Minus Island Everything is fine, your heart is working properly All my love and luck on the river Euphrates Passage & Sole : Don't take no
you've got to fall in place Take your hands to scrub the guilt off your dirty face Before your eyes close shut and your ears can't hear Are you listening
hyped and I'm pissed, so I wipe the blood holdin' her limb It's gonna be all right, I was with in her bleedin' guilt She passed out, eyes rolled back,
've deserted your Word it turned to nervousness and then full drama It's better for me to have never known Than to know the truth and turn back to what
his camp [Chorus] [Verse 2] Starving straight out of Cleveland Receiving the seed that you bubble your swig And then they get weak The nigga now turning
by those Who feel no guilt God don't care whether you got a spade or not Aint no turning in your playing hand you was dealt Better tighten up your belt
words in your heart. Turn down the lights, this bulb?s been burning so bright the fibers have turned, just like that ?hot? look in your eyes. And turn
top of that, you still wanna take me to prison Just cause I won't trade humanity for patriotism [Hook] It's like MK-ULTRA, controlling your brain Suggestive thinking, causing your
