Shame

(альбом: Trenches - 2023)

Shame on you, ain't nobody clean in this room
You're either a victim, a hero, a villain
Shame on you
Shame on me, the illusion of intimacy
I gave you my art, and you stepped on my heart
Shame on me

And to think that you thought you knew me
'Cause God's speaking through me
And you try to dispose of me, you can't erase me
'Cause I've still got work here to do
That shame's on you

Cake or death
I guess I'll take whatever's left
I just want my piece of the pie
Cake or death
We want blood
Yeah there's skeletons here to dig up
You're judge then the juror, my executioner
It's blood for blood
Wounded men
And yet we came from woman
A cycle of harm, from the day we was born
Wounded men

And to think that you thought you knew me
'Cause God's speaking through me
And you try to dispose of me, you can't erase me
'Cause I've still got work here to do
That shame's on you

Shame on you
Shame on you
Shame on you

And to think that you thought you knew me
'Cause God's speaking through me
And you try to dispose of me, you can't erase me
'Cause I've still got work here to do
That shame's on you