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Range of Hypocrisy

You think of an image of perfect hypocrisy,
Is that what you think I’m really supposed to be?
Why can’t you open your eyes and just see,
That deep down inside…YOU JUST DON KNOW ME!!!

You’ve burned it into the back of my head,
What would happen I just lay down dead?
Would you even give a concerning sigh and come to my grave,
Or would you be standing over me…WITH A BULLET IN…MY…HEAD!!!

It’s your hypocritical oath to do whatever you’re told and never question it,
Even if it’s so cold.
You would strangle a child just to prove to those you revere ,
That you’re so bold.
Willing to follow those orders,
Just as they’re told.

Now tell me…
WHAT IS YOUR RANGE
WHAT IS YOUR RANGE
The range of your hypocrisy.
WHAT IS YOUR RANGE,
WHAT IS YOUR RANGE,
WHAT IS YOUR RANGE,
The range…of your mediocrity.

Serenity

With peace and love and grace,
You find a way to break it.
With calm and somber days,
You make me want to hate it.
This intro really sucks
Its messing up my…serenity.
(Guitarist) Hey you wrote it
(Singer) shut up they’ll hear you!
(heavy guitar rift starts)
That’s better.
Why oh why I ask,
Must you hate the calm so ******** much?
To tear it up and kill the mood,
Until theres no longer anything good.
And you somehow find a way,
To make me want to say…
Why the hell did I try so damn hard to be born?
It doesn’t make any sense.
The serenity of life is a hated thing it seems,
For so many to want to stab it in the eye.
And why the ******** I say,
Do you want it so badly to die?
Whenever it comes to me,
Some a*****e does something to ******** it up.
And at that point I have to jump and yell out from the top,
WHAT THE ********!!!!