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Тексты (слова) песенСписок исполнителей в алфавитном порядкеА  Б В Г Д Е Ё Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Э Ю Я  A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P R S T U V W X Y Z  Текст (слова) песни: Bride - Evil GeniusesTo All my critics the cynics who want me want to go away What keeps me going why dont I quit? Im not a looser like you a reviewer like you A liar or a hypocrite like you Im not a frustrated beaten musician like you I would rather be a Has Been than a Never Was The public is funny They love you one minute In the same breath, they hate you your old news Then they beg you to play old school Then they want it back like it was / what to do? Like before, they get bored; keep score, your ignored, strike a chord The cycle is you reward. Then they hate you again, then they hate you again They buy God they sell God, Im numb Baby Jesus Love Dolls, Everybody wants one They rob God, create God Im numb I dropped the BOMB! These are my words That make you burn, that cleanses your soul that wakes the dead The same fire you condemn me in, Ive been baptized in, Purged in, matured in, not hurt by, been blessed by, been purified Just because you dont understand me, Dont mean I aint justified Maybe you have a learning disability I am sanctified You wouldnt come to me when you had a problem with me You took it to the press, like all the rest To the promoters, my manager even my mom, You created a mess If your life is so redundant, so boring so routine, so bland, Uninspired, that you got to invade mine, Get into my affairs, infiltrate my beliefs Get out of me, away from me, Stop terrorizing me Watcha you wanna email me, rail on me, accuse me, cut down on me I give my heart to you; Im not your therapist You say Im in sin, you judge me, you stone me I cant help it if you are blind; you act like you own me I preach the same Christ, the same grace, the blood saves, abundantly above all that we ask or think, freely, dont grieve me, Pain me with self righteousness You wont be there to cry with me, You wont be there to bleed with me, You wont be there to rise with me; You wont be there to die with me. |
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