we those lucky born.
we those given ill repute,
we're here to raise those horns.
redundant wedding bells,
a pretty game I've never played,
sending you straight to hell.
I won't play the martyr for your empathy.
so forgive me little choirboy, but I won't apologize,
your god has made you weak, but I can sympathize.
your imaginary friend doesn't know and doesn't care.
the one creator made a flaw you see, 'cause he made me,
though some maybe call it rhetoric, you know it's blasphemy.
no time to mourn the loss,
maybe they're better off.
swear allegiance to the king,
my empire of vice would give you everything.
all you always swore you'd never take,
I'll make you ache for this.
- Humanity Will Lie
- Raise Those Horns
- Peer Pressure
- Give Me More Pain
- Take My Death Away
- The Burden of Distance
- The Band Played On
- Dig It (Ft. The Yogscast)
- Manifesto Destiny
- Pull Your Circuit Breaker
- Strange Kind of rebel
- Would That I Could