This is the fourth song off of Without a Martyr's "Pitch Black" e.p. This song is about people who do nothing but make excuses about everything instead of just doing what is asked or needed of them.
lyrics
I swear to god no one believes a word that comes out your mouth
Nothing but lies is all you seem to talk about
I'm sick of your shit so get out of my fucking face
You want your medicine? Here's a taste
When talk is cheap than actions speak and by your words you admit defeat.
All the lies and all the games it was better throwing it away
Your time will come and you'll be done I bet you will be sorry son
So back to the depths from which you came for the devil to eat your fucking brains.
I'm sick of the fucking lies and the excuses, it seems in everyone's eyes you've already died.
I hope your choices make you happy, because they make me sick to my fucking stomach.
Stand for what you believe in like a man, get off your knees like a bitch
credits
from Pitch Black,
track released May 10, 2014
Without a Martyr, Eric Ross, Phil Luongo , Rod Harper, Mike White, S.I Studios
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