Symbolized patronized and then tossed out to dry
Revolution or humiliation
Promise of the bread the wine a life that shines
If only they vote in the proper direction
Pick them up from the floor to get knocked down again
When you're bored with your mission and a new one begins
Ride, your new thrill ride
Smug, it suits you well
God, in your new science lab
Master, of your new promised land
Echo care and fake some tears to show up your opponent
Throwing bones with bread and circus to disguise the proof
You only empower yourself when those in need
Become your new test subjects in your smear campaign 101
Recycle control from their hands to your own every word is dropping empty
Promise again
Focus away
From day to day
For your own ends
Their means are dying
Shame, the act is old
Count, your saintly servant calls
Saint, for your own rewards
Bring, the mercy merchants down
Pariah Under Glass Video (MV)
Performed By: Boy Sets Fire
Written by: CHARLES W. ISTVAN, JOSHUA LATSHAW, MATTHEW KRUPANSKI, NATHAN GRAY, ROBERT W. AVERY
Boy Sets Fire - Pariah Under Glass Lyrics
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Symbolized patronized and then tossed out to dry
Revolution or humiliation
Promise of the bread the wine a life that shines
If only they vote in the proper direction
Pick them up from the floor to get knocked down again
When you're bored with your mission and a new one begins
Ride, your new thrill ride
Smug, it suits you well
God, in your new science lab
Master, of your new promised land
Echo care and fake some tears to show up your opponent
Throwing bones with bread and circus to disguise the proof
You only empower yourself when those in need
Become your new test subjects in your smear campaign 101
Recycle control from their hands to your own every word is dropping empty
Promise again
Focus away
From day to day
For your own ends
Their means are dying
Shame, the act is old
Count, your saintly servant calls
Saint, for your own rewards
Bring, the mercy merchants down
Revolution or humiliation
Promise of the bread the wine a life that shines
If only they vote in the proper direction
Pick them up from the floor to get knocked down again
When you're bored with your mission and a new one begins
Ride, your new thrill ride
Smug, it suits you well
God, in your new science lab
Master, of your new promised land
Echo care and fake some tears to show up your opponent
Throwing bones with bread and circus to disguise the proof
You only empower yourself when those in need
Become your new test subjects in your smear campaign 101
Recycle control from their hands to your own every word is dropping empty
Promise again
Focus away
From day to day
For your own ends
Their means are dying
Shame, the act is old
Count, your saintly servant calls
Saint, for your own rewards
Bring, the mercy merchants down
Writer: CHARLES W. ISTVAN, JOSHUA LATSHAW, MATTHEW KRUPANSKI, NATHAN GRAY, ROBERT W. AVERY
Copyright: Lyrics © RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Copyright: Lyrics © RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC