Furnace
Ex-Bluelighter
you're a thief.
Things go missing,
and all of the sudden,
your friends
become your accusers.
Everything has been forgotten.
all the good times, forgotten in a flash,
as you're set up to be the
fall guy.
The times where my help
was unexpected, but
most appreciated.
They hold my innocence in their hands,
and slowly crush it with their pointing fingers
and slanderous lies.
"Yes, I don't believe you",
says my best friend.
He's not sure if I did it or not.
How the fuck am I supposed to take that?
"Oh, okay, well, thanks for the past 5ive years. Die."
Screaming obscenities
and listening to metal,
this hanging balance,
falls into an irreconcilable mess.
I hope the $200 was more important
than my friendship,
you fucking bastards.
Things go missing,
and all of the sudden,
your friends
become your accusers.
Everything has been forgotten.
all the good times, forgotten in a flash,
as you're set up to be the
fall guy.
The times where my help
was unexpected, but
most appreciated.
They hold my innocence in their hands,
and slowly crush it with their pointing fingers
and slanderous lies.
"Yes, I don't believe you",
says my best friend.
He's not sure if I did it or not.
How the fuck am I supposed to take that?
"Oh, okay, well, thanks for the past 5ive years. Die."
Screaming obscenities
and listening to metal,
this hanging balance,
falls into an irreconcilable mess.
I hope the $200 was more important
than my friendship,
you fucking bastards.
