Left Is Right
The heretics want my blood.
You would think they've had enough of it.
The girls I dated, must dream of Satan,
Cause he's a dashing and discerning man.
What if left is right, and the writing's wrong?
What is it to you, the choice I choose?
The Jesus freaks aren't thumping Bibles,
Most times they never speak to me.
I'm not saying I'm undecided,
Just who are you to answer for me?
If all the time that I've invested
Keeps me broke and gets me nowhere,
Then I'll keep going, happy knowing
I'm not afraid to live alive (a lie).
What if left is right, and the writing's wrong?
What is it to you, the choice I choose?
What if right is left, and the feeling's gone?
What is it to you, the voice I use?
God spare the little boy,
Inside of me, he's filled with greed.
Lord, I'm a sorry mess
How I've regressed, so hung up on my dreams.
I could be somebody,
Take a shot at me, I'm such a willing target.
This line's a weighted hook,
It's an unread book,
That's being twisted and mispronounced.
What if left is right, and the writing's wrong?
What is it to you, the choice I choose?
What if right is left, and the feeling's gone?
What is it to you, the voice I use?
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Left Is Right
The heretics want my blood.
You would think they've had enough of it.
The girls I dated, must dream of Satan,
Cause he's a dashing and discerning man.
What if left is right, and the writing's wrong?
What is it to you, the choice I choose?
The Jesus freaks aren't thumping Bibles,
Most times they never speak to me.
I'm not saying I'm undecided,
Just who are you to answer for me?
If all the time that I've invested
Keeps me broke and gets me nowhere,
Then I'll keep going, happy knowing
I'm not afraid to live alive (a lie).
What if left is right, and the writing's wrong?
What is it to you, the choice I choose?
What if right is left, and the feeling's gone?
What is it to you, the voice I use?
God spare the little boy,
Inside of me, he's filled with greed.
Lord, I'm a sorry mess
How I've regressed, so hung up on my dreams.
I could be somebody,
Take a shot at me, I'm such a willing target.
This line's a weighted hook,
It's an unread book,
That's being twisted and mispronounced.
What if left is right, and the writing's wrong?
What is it to you, the choice I choose?
What if right is left, and the feeling's gone?
What is it to you, the voice I use?
The heretics want my blood.
You would think they've had enough of it.
The girls I dated, must dream of Satan,
Cause he's a dashing and discerning man.
What if left is right, and the writing's wrong?
What is it to you, the choice I choose?
The Jesus freaks aren't thumping Bibles,
Most times they never speak to me.
I'm not saying I'm undecided,
Just who are you to answer for me?
If all the time that I've invested
Keeps me broke and gets me nowhere,
Then I'll keep going, happy knowing
I'm not afraid to live alive (a lie).
What if left is right, and the writing's wrong?
What is it to you, the choice I choose?
What if right is left, and the feeling's gone?
What is it to you, the voice I use?
God spare the little boy,
Inside of me, he's filled with greed.
Lord, I'm a sorry mess
How I've regressed, so hung up on my dreams.
I could be somebody,
Take a shot at me, I'm such a willing target.
This line's a weighted hook,
It's an unread book,
That's being twisted and mispronounced.
What if left is right, and the writing's wrong?
What is it to you, the choice I choose?
What if right is left, and the feeling's gone?
What is it to you, the voice I use?
Writer: Adam Tomlinson
Copyright: Lyrics © ONErpm
Copyright: Lyrics © ONErpm