No Good Can Come From This, But It Can’t Get Any Worse
[Verse 1: Caleb]
This view makes me sick
Desecrated values
Get back pretentious agents and
Set me free from those stabbing my back
[Verse 2: Caleb]
Is it worth it
Is it right
The shackles of morals are loud and clear
I’ve counted my blessings
It doesn’t add up
My mind’s made up
Enough is enough
[Verse 3: Caleb]
I’ve got a hunch that you’ve never felt this before
I bear my heart and you throw it straight to the floor
Being a martyr isn’t what I had in mind
You should’ve told me no, I’ve wasted the time
[Outro: Caleb]
Everything doеsn’t revolve around me
Maybе if we take a minute to see that
We all bleed red