Crimescene lyrics

You`re stabbing the backs
of the ones that are holding you up
And maybe it doesn`t matter
but it just seems so clear to me
that they don`t care that it hurts to breathe
They don`t know and they can`t see
that the songs you own make your heart beat
The breakdown, the stitches, broken lives
and no one knows what we`re going through
There is a difference between
what you`ve earned and what you deserve
And as long as you are living well
Our sweat can drip straight to Hell

Prove me wrong
Prove you give a fuck
About the sound, about the words
Prove that we`ve crossed your mind
on some term besides numbers
There`s no loyalty
There`s no fucking ethics here

It`s not the message that keeps you here
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