Letra de Dead Issue

Blame all the reasons, A useless hate Blame what you have to live through, To make it through the day I'm sick of your "pain" Tired of your shame Your own denial is to lead your decay The whiny righteous Not to remain The blessed and faithful Ain't to make it through the change I'm sick of your prayers Tired of your despairs Hung on the gallows of your decently "blindfold" ways You've waited so long, you've forgotten (way down you) For moment will come to make it worth For all that you struggle to gain Will soon turn to be a dead issue A last reflection Of your ascent The house of cards That soon be broken by the wind Crowned with high pride Hollow inside A phony smile of delight dying on your speechless face You've waited so long, you've forgotten (way down you) For moment will come to make it worth For all that you struggle to gain Will soon turn to be a dead issue All your high pride All your smug life Destined to be gone All your delight All your blind mind Destined to be gone Soon we'll turn to dead issue