The Part - Unjust

Take a look in this operating room

Fear up in his eyes they never spill

Now he feels like the altered one

Growing up in this life with it

Now you be what you want to

DonÂ't ask for their praise

YouÂ've been tired of waiting all these years to grow up

Take a look at this home that they create

Blistering of his life, will never heal

So he seek for his open looks

Searching out for his part to it

Now you be what you want to

DonÂ't ask for their praise

YouÂ've been tired of waiting

All so goddamn aggravated all through the years

What does it mean?

These 40 lashes for listening to them

Weakens the power of love

Now you be what you want to

DonÂ't ask for their praise

YouÂ've been tired of waiting

All so goddamn aggravated all through the years

What does it mean?

These 40 lashes for listening to them

Weakens the power of love

This call of your, for your broken heart to heal

YouÂ've been tired alone and the course that youÂ'll take

Is what you believed, for years after

HeÂ'll be lost in the wake of your open arms

Now take a look at this broken home he made

Fear locked up inside, never meant to be free

But it screams out for something close to hear it

These busy eyes they will never see

I said IÂ'll drink my 40 ounce into my grave

I said IÂ'll drink your 40 ounce into your grave

You bleed through your gums

Yet you still talk

Yet you open your ears

Yet you hear no one

You bleed through your gums

Yet you still talk

Yet you open your ears

Yet you hear no one

Now take a look at this operating room

The fear in his eyes will never spill

Now he knows why the only way for him to beat it

HeÂ'll always try but heÂ'll never win

I said IÂ'll drink my 40 ounce into my grave

I said IÂ'll drink your 40 ounce into your grave

You bleed through your gums

Yet you still talk

Yet you open your ears

Yet you hear no one

You bleed through your gums

Yet you still talk

Yet you open your ears

But you hear no one

It feeds in your self, all it needs is one

It bleeds but it never spills

It closes your heart

Distances your body

Only now control can feed within

HeÂ's been bad boy

Oh itÂ's not the only way

HeÂ's been bad boy

Yeah itÂ's not what he seeks

But some ones prize it takes

I said IÂ'll drink my 40 ounce into my grave

I said IÂ'll drink that 40 ounce into your grave