Glassjaw - Babe lyrics

rate me

I exclude light and wash my hands of you.

By larger being devoured,

leaving only me to improve.

Weep

Dont fucking weep.

your weak eyes cry tears of the fake

now let backtrack to the morrow

sitting on the frozen middle

faces seen in the mirror

Shout at somthing seen

shot glasses fill up your soul

swallowed by the growth who laughed at the truth

your the living prove*

Weep.

Don't fucking weep.

Your weak eyes cry tears of the *fake*.

Weep.

Catch up with the sheep.

It's a sacrilegious ceremony.

New flavor of the week.

Nothing's sacred in the faces of the soulless

(that you're made into).

You're raptured by a guilty stifle down.

...And what I'll do

is mess you up and lie to you.

Look at you

You know it's true.

It's a field trip to Hollywood Babylon.

But

I'm

not

coming.

No.

Thanks to Tory Dean for these lyrics