Adrienne Frailey
Adrienne Frailey - No lyrics
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Once again it's time to feast To gather 'round and feed from the high priest "Hand him over," say the flies "We all paid the highest price" Hell, no No, you couldn't pay what God did If you think that I forgot it You are the same when you say: "Here, boy, tell us all that they did to you While we all get to screw you And say that love is pain" Central state closed its doors It's not gone; it just moved north White coats of the autocrat design Claim they know all about the mind Hell, no No, you couldn't know what God did If you think that you can solve it You're the ones insane when you think Shock waves justify the means with ends Get paid just to pretend and Say you fixed the brain False, self-righteous propheteers Are not your family or your peers They say, "God bless us, everyone" And twist the Word to "get it done" Hell, no No, you couldn't do what God did Praying like you're modest Spitting on His name when you say "The Lord speaks" when He's silent up above You say that this is love You're just fitting on the glove That you use to dodge the blame If you wanna see the pain Then I don't see any one of you Offering your name