The Program

Casual Tragedy

The Program


Lies, they fill your eyes, laced with doubts 
False promises, I see all that you hide 
You share feelings 
but keep them pushed aside 
To merley try is to surely die 
Alone, empty and cold 
the nails of doubt you drive 
deeper inside my head 
Stuch on the words you said 
Bruises shroud my skin 
from beating myself over and again 
To live or die? 
Will we survive or just cry? 
And you push me away 
You have nothing to say 
It tastes like casual tragedy 
I'm living life inside of photographs 
were smiles all have turned to black 
I'm waiting for you to let down your fears 
Throw in the towel 
because we only win if we forfeit ourselves 
Turn the cheek, receive a set of lips 
that you'll find worth of defeat 
If you want it, it's there 
This is the way that they want us to die 
we play the part just fine 
It's in our own hands now 
as we find the knife that drives into our sides 
It shines like a set of pride 
The blood it cries, it calls you out tonite 
A picture of what we could be? 
I'd paint it just for you to see 
This isn't how I how I planned it all 
This isn't my design 
Want a picture of what it meant to me? 
I'd paint it just for you to see 
Want a picture of what it meant to be? 
I'll paint this fucker in blood