​smpathy

Reverent and bad, and making this make sense
You offer me the world, but only in his hands

Well I've not heard the voice that you hear
And I don't trust in your belief
And I can't be a rock for something
That I can't seem to get the point of

But I know enough to know to stop
And lie
And lie

So I possess no sympathy
For you the person, I want to be?
I try to show you what I can see
But I'm a blunt man when you're with me

Burn is first degree, and he is all alone
Feeling pass the way of knowing something's wrong

Well I've not seen the things that you've seen
And I don't want to be at peacе
And I can't be apart of something
The pеrsecute, the ostracize!

But I know enough to never stop
And die
And die

So I possess no sympathy
For you the person, I want to be?
I try and show you what I can see
But I'm a blunt man when you're with me

See me every devil moon, alive
Wouldn't that be nice?