Give a man more than his due he'll laud you all his days But give him less than he mused oh god you're an idol waste What will finally earn your grace? Are you not entertained?
When your expectations ride on the back of promised lies Knowing your worth is almost a curse that leaves you high and dry
What of ends long pursued scaled and weighed for praise Heart regressed to follow suit the art has lost its way What will finally earn your grace? Are you not entertained?
When your expectations ride on the back of promised lies Knowing your worth is almost a curse that leaves you high and dry When your expectations ride on the back of promised lies Knowing your worth is almost a curse that leaves you high and dry
Tell me what's the point of this? (What's the point? What's the point?) I'm lost in censorship (I'm lost in censorship) Tell me what's the point of this? (What's the point? What's the point?) I am lost When your expectations ride on the back of promised lies Knowing your worth is almost a curse that leaves you high and dry When your expectations ride on the back of promised lies Knowing your worth is almost a curse that leaves you high and dry
What will we take? What will we take? Are you not entertained?
