kill your conscience
shinedown
everybody striking a pose
everybody's taxing my soul
they say it's all the rage
so what you gonna hit me with next?
so why you wanna do me like this?
so what's it really mean?
when you're begging for a brick
just to throw it back and forth
and you call each other sick
yet you're coming back for more
back for more of what you love
back for more of what you hate
'cause you're already too late
so you kill your conscience
yeah you're all plugged in
everybody's passing the buck
praying that they're making the cut
they'll sell you by the pound and keep you underground
while you're scratching at the gate