Lyric Context Universe
i'm a malpractitioner
invoked by your apathy
recreative art
i'm a malpractitioner
invoked by your apathy
recreative art
he loves it
we love your apathy
we crush your lame spirit
he loves it
we love your apathy
we crush your lame spirit
push your sins aside nobody cares your head's fucked inside
embrace your apathy
i don't care for you
push your sins aside nobody cares your head's fucked inside
embrace your apathy
i don't care for you
Sing for your love of God
Sing for your apathy
(No matter, no matter) what you believe
Sing for your love of God
Sing for your apathy
(No matter, no matter) what you believe
where's your sadness
your apathy has mothers crying
but it's nothing 'til it comes to a court who finds a hole in the defense
where's your sadness
your apathy has mothers crying
but it's nothing 'til it comes to a court who finds a hole in the defense
all the love you have disintegrates
all that saved you was your apathy
i can see teh knives hung on the wall
all the love you have disintegrates
all that saved you was your apathy
i can see teh knives hung on the wall