The Part letra

Take a look in this operating room
Fear up in his eyes they never spill
Now he feels like the altered one
Growing up in this life with it

Now you be what you want to
Don't ask for their praise
You've been tired of waiting all these years to grow up

Take a look at this home that they create
Blistering of his life, will never heal
So he seek for his open looks
Searching out for his part to it

Now you be what you want to
Don't ask for their praise
You've been tired of waiting
All so goddamn aggravated all through the years
What does it mean?
These 40 lashes for listening to them
Weakens the power of love

Now you be what you want to
Don't ask for their praise
You've been tired of waiting
All so goddamn aggravated all through the years
What does it mean?
These 40 lashes for listening to them
Weakens the power of love

This call of your, for your broken heart to heal
You've been tired alone and the course that you'll take
Is what you believed, for years after
He'll be lost in the wake of your open arms

Now take a look at this broken home he made
Fear locked up inside, never meant to be free
But it screams out for something close to hear it
These busy eyes they will never see
I said I'll drink my 40 ounce into my grave
I said I'll drink your 40 ounce into your grave

You bleed through your gums
Yet you still talk
Yet you open your ears
Yet you hear no one

You bleed through your gums
Yet you still talk
Yet you open your ears
Yet you hear no one

Now take a look at this operating room
The fear in his eyes will never spill
Now he knows why the only way for him to beat it
He'll always try but he'll never win
I said I'll drink my 40 ounce into my grave
I said I'll drink your 40 ounce into your grave

You bleed through your gums
Yet you still talk
Yet you open your ears
Yet you hear no one

You bleed through your gums
Yet you still talk
Yet you open your ears
But you hear no one

It feeds in your self, all it needs is one
It bleeds but it never spills
It closes your heart
Distances your body
Only now control can feed within

He's been bad boy
Oh it's not the only way
He's been bad boy
Yeah it's not what he seeks
But some ones prize it takes
I said I'll drink my 40 ounce into my grave
I said I'll drink that 40 ounce into your grave

Unjust - Letras

• Abuse
• Capital
• Cherub's Fall
• Choose Nothing
• Closure
• Come Feel Me
• Dark
• Dead Man
• Do You Really Like...
• Face Down
• Facepaint
• Failed
• Falling
• Filtered
• Home
• In Search Of A Ghost
• It's Not Enough
• Knuckles
• Loud
• Makeshift Grey
• Meantime
• Myron
• Notes From A Sunday Morning
• Nylon
• Reactions
• Room 5
• Rust
• Searching Eyes
• Shift
• Stained
• Stay Awake
• Stick
• Sucker Punkt
• Sweet November
• The Cloud Collectors
• The Part
• The Red In The Fog
• The Sik N U
• Throwin Pennies
• Tired
• Trench
• True
• Wait for Me Now
• Way Out
• When This Ends