Crimescene

Crimescene

Give Up The Ghost
(album: We´re Down ´Til We´re Underground)

You´re stabbing the backs
of the ones that are holding you up
And maybe it doesn´t matter
but it just seems so clear to me
that they don´t care that it hurts to breathe
They don´t know and they can´t see
that the songs you own make your heart beat
The breakdown, the stitches, broken lives
and no one knows what we´re going through
There is a difference between
what you´ve earned and what you deserve
And as long as you are living well
Our sweat can drip straight to Hell

Prove me wrong
Prove you give a fuck
About the sound, about the words
Prove that we´ve crossed your mind
on some term besides numbers
There´s no loyalty
There´s no fucking ethics here

It´s not the message that keeps you here