Saturday, December 09, 2006

bolgia six

aren't we all just hypocrites for never admitting to be one?
we'd all end up in bolgia six heavily beings stepped upon

i see the glint in your eye
somthing tells me you enjoy seing her cry
you call her selfish
you call her fake
she's not worthy of every mistake

look in the mirror. what do you see?
did it ever occur to you that maybe you're as worse as she
i wouldn't dare point a finger
i wouldn't dare point a finger

aren't we all just hypocrites for never admitting to be one?
we'd all end up in bolgia six heavily beings stepped upon

she who doesn't know how to care
she who kills with a jealous stare
you on the other hand have the perfect ideals
ideals that make my skin crawl

maybe if you knew what it meant
to stop being so self-righteous
stop thinking that you're heaven-sent
then maybe you can save yourself

aren't we all just hypocrites for never admitting to be one?
we'd all end up in bolgia six heavily beings stepped upon

aren't we all just hypocrites
you and me in bolgia six