The Latest Plague

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From First To Last

Compositor: Derek Alan Bloom / Matt Good / Sonny Moore / Travis Brandon Richter

What would you say, if this blemished face
This blemished face with a crooked nose
Had a chance to say whatever it wanted
From his blemished world of the unknown?
Would you give a fuck if all that you heard
Were nouns and verbs like shallow heartache?
The sound of victory!
Blowing up your world

Fake faces everywhere I see
Fake people looking back at me
Sit down, don't tell me
Don't tell me where I don't belong
Fake faces everywhere I see
Fake people looking back at me
Sit down, don't tell me
Don't tell me where I don't belong

Oh... I heard a
Sick sad voice, it was
Honesty, I turned to her and said
“We need to be medicated
And you're the prescription
For a forced out vision
If you're with me, send the
Critics to hell with the sounds of our voices”

Fake faces everywhere I see
Fake people looking back at me
Sit down, don't tell me
Don't tell me where I don't belong
Fake faces everywhere I see
Fake people looking back at me
Sit down, don't tell me
Where I don't belong

All you better-thans that fed us shit
You'll be knocked on the floor, so
Don't you place your bets just yet
All you treasure sleepers feed on shit
You'll be knocked on the floor, so
Don't you place!

Fake faces everywhere I see
Fake people looking back at me
Sit down, don't tell me
Don't tell me where I don't belong
Fake faces everywhere I see
Fake people looking back at me
Sit down, don't tell me
Where I don't belong