Babe - Glassjaw

I exclude light and wash my hands of you

By larger being devoured

Leaving only me to improve

Weep

Don’t fucking weep

Your weak eyes cry tears of the meek

You’re expectant to the Bible

Fiending all the foes in middle

Don’t you see in the mirror that you’re the selfish shit

Shot glass seems to hug your soul

There’s no point to grow

You don’t have time to explore

You’re already broke

Weep

Weep

Don’t fucking weep

Your weak eyes cry tears of the meek

Weep

Catch up with the sheep

It’s a sacrilegious ceremony

New flavor of the week

Nothing’s sacred in the faces of the

Soulless that you’re made into

Soulless that you’re made into

Soulless that you’re made into

You’re raptured by a guilty stifle down

You’re raptured by a guilty stifle down

I wash my hands of you

…And what I’ll do is mess you up and lie to you

Look at you, you know it’s true

It’s a field trip to Hollywood Babylon

But I’m not coming

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