Lyrics

A TRUE FRIEND STABS YOU IN THE FRONT

If I had advice for this
Slide a knife against your wrist
Hope for the best, hope for the best

Spite of what you think you know
Everyone will say you don?t
You?re wasting your breath, wasting your breath.

If you are as fortunate to wade in the spotlight end,
when begging from their table say treat me like a

Friend
and stab me in the chest
and still we will apologize for
bleeding at our best, (I?m sorry)

Mill of tread we?re running on
Ignorantly holding on to
Time we have left, time we have left

The circus we?re performing in
the killing fields of brethren
feeding excess, feeding excess

If you are as fortunate to wade in the spotlight end,
when begging from their table say treat me like a

Friend
and stab me in the chest.
And still we will apologize for
bleeding at our best, (I?m sorry)

treat me like a

Friend
and stab me in the chest.
And still we will apologize for
bleeding at our best, (I?m sorry)