They're Bad, But We're Worse Lyrics

	作曲 : Ringhofer
	I'm about to faint
	No one remembers You
	When they're dead
	Or praises You from the grave
	I can't sing if I'm six-feet-under
	Weeping
	And it's flooding
	In my bedroom
	Tear ducts running
	You list each one within your record
	Enter tears into your ledger
	Consider all our sighs
	We lay requests before in expectation
	My thoughts trouble me
	But so do gaping stares of the wicked
	Open up their mouth-throat
	It's an open grave
	It's a misquote
	They love each harmful word
	Whatever is unbefitting
	And the fuzz won't quit
	We have sinned today
	Even our fathers did
	We traded-in the God of Glory
	For an image of a cow that eats the pasture
	Offered as a sacrifice
	All our children
	To the demon
	We've hurt a lot
	And hurt a lot of kinship
	Pry us loose from this grip

	zuo qu : Ringhofer
	I' m about to faint
	No one remembers You
	When they' re dead
	Or praises You from the grave
	I can' t sing if I' m sixfeetunder
	Weeping
	And it' s flooding
	In my bedroom
	Tear ducts running
	You list each one within your record
	Enter tears into your ledger
	Consider all our sighs
	We lay requests before in expectation
	My thoughts trouble me
	But so do gaping stares of the wicked
	Open up their mouththroat
	It' s an open grave
	It' s a misquote
	They love each harmful word
	Whatever is unbefitting
	And the fuzz won' t quit
	We have sinned today
	Even our fathers did
	We tradedin the God of Glory
	For an image of a cow that eats the pasture
	Offered as a sacrifice
	All our children
	To the demon
	We' ve hurt a lot
	And hurt a lot of kinship
	Pry us loose from this grip

	zuò qǔ : Ringhofer
	I' m about to faint
	No one remembers You
	When they' re dead
	Or praises You from the grave
	I can' t sing if I' m sixfeetunder
	Weeping
	And it' s flooding
	In my bedroom
	Tear ducts running
	You list each one within your record
	Enter tears into your ledger
	Consider all our sighs
	We lay requests before in expectation
	My thoughts trouble me
	But so do gaping stares of the wicked
	Open up their mouththroat
	It' s an open grave
	It' s a misquote
	They love each harmful word
	Whatever is unbefitting
	And the fuzz won' t quit
	We have sinned today
	Even our fathers did
	We tradedin the God of Glory
	For an image of a cow that eats the pasture
	Offered as a sacrifice
	All our children
	To the demon
	We' ve hurt a lot
	And hurt a lot of kinship
	Pry us loose from this grip

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