The Last Word Lyrics & Chords By Sick As Your Secrets

and now you're frantically trying to cover up your tracks but you can't outspeak your actions
will this be the trip to finally make you fall and who's gonna help you off the ground
stumbled upon your dirty thoughts and you've got some fucking explaining to do
grab all the pity you can get, i know it's hard to drown your sorrows when they've learned to swim cause
i've been there so many times, i know this ain't about me
grab all the pity you can get, abused and reaping all the benefits so admit you're taking more than you deserve, i can't believe you had the nerve to say
the past was practice for future reference and the present is fucking boring
pick a spot, i'll be sure to bury you right where you fucking want
i have no more sympathy left for you, i have no more tolerance
i have nothing more left to say to your dying breed of ignorance, you're dead in my dreams
our days are short and surely numbered, so kiss it all goodbye,
pick out your favorite poison and watch the whole thing flash before your eyes,
i'm sick of dwelling on this bullshit every single night
cause it's killing me inside to go from complication to a crisis
and now i'm hopelessly trying to make up what i lack, i'm drowning in a wishing well,
but i've stored so much faith in this and now i have none left for anything else
hope never helped me anyway, i used to pray to god every damn day,
can't say that i don't miss the ignorance, i wish i could've hid myself from this,
i'm always feeling so ashamed, until i realize i am just the same,
we choose our own blind faiths to hide behind until they lay us down to die
passive aggressive, i speak inside my head, no need to look alive, this place is cold and dead
you wait patiently to die now but you're sprinting towards the afterlife, i paved paths cause i've been down that road
and all the runnings made you thirsty, but everything is dry
you know i can read you like a book and wipe your tears before you start to cry
pick your poison they say, choke it down live out your days, they say it's all too complicated
and your dreams just get in the way, they say keep your thoughts inside the box,
contract contagion and get lost, what are his peasants worth to god, tell me how much you mean to anyone,
and when they finally dig my grave, will you call me by my full name?
will you speak of all the love you had for me and leave out all the hate?
will you take back all the words that you berate without a care?
will you even consider yourself to be the reason why i'm here?