Tommy Roache - Scorn Lyrics

Your innocence alone no longer suits you
Don't pity now the man you left behind
If you couldn't pull the trigger with your hatred
Don't twist the knife I gave you with a smile
Ahhhhhhhhaahhhh
Your decadent desertion begs the question
Were you ever really cut out for the storm
With your clean hands you held me to the fire
While feeding into lies you're met with scorn
You're in control of me
That doesn't make you safe in my bed
Wrap your hands 'round my neck to kill me
So you'll get out my head
Your permanent fixations are what blind you
Appealing to a God you thought was fair
This moral implication you've created
Will ultimately be your cross to bear
You're in control of me
That doesn't make you safe in my bed
Wrap your hands 'round my neck to kill me
So you'll get out my head
Get out my head
Get out my head