Nightmare - TapRoot

You painted offense while you plead a defense

You took advantage of average

You pleased those deceived but couldn’t earn me

My god wouldn’t use his leverage

If faith had an eight-hundred number

I’d disconnect myself

If I had to be a member

I’d rather be left out

You fell for those lies while they took your mind

Your eyes were closed from the inside

Your heart was so full of infomercial

You couldn’t hear the blind talking

If faith had an eight-hundred number

I’d disconnect myself

If I had to be a member

I’d rather be left out

Stay away

Away from me

Stay away

If faith had an eight-hundred number

I’d disconnect myself

If I had to be a member

I’d rather be left out