Infidels Hymn - Bury Your Dead

Honestly, honesty feels like such hard concept to understand

I’ll admit that I’m lost out here and a bit confused

Like a homesick abortion, I just wanted a chance

Yet I wait on hand and foot for you to kick me in the mouth

For three long years I kept crawling back

For three long years you mistook my kindness for weakness

This is the last

Homesick for the past, I am homesick for the days gone by

This is the last

So many chances, so many lies

Keep talking yourself out of the truth

So many chances, so many lies

Keep talking yourself out of the truth

(fool)

I Love the taste of my own blood

We are all vampires now.

This is how we were bred

Pitiful, what we have become

We are a waste of time

We are a waste of space

Yet I wait on hand and foot for you to kick me in the mouth

For three long years I kept crawling back

For three long years you mistook my kindness for weakness

This is the last

Homesick for the past, I am homesick for the days gone by

This is the last

So many chances, so many lies

Keep talking yourself out of the truth

So many chances, so many lies

Keep talking yourself out of the truth