Guess It's Just Bad Luck Man Testo

It's my life's work to keep you from sacrificing any more
Young hearts that may be dying for something more
And I will not forgive you
Cut your tongue out and throw it to the gallery

Pushing rocks up the side of that mountain
Don't be fooled, I will push them down again
The good word that you like to quote so often
So ironical, God damn you and your fake friends
You have my word
For this, you'll burn
This ink, the gas
This pen, the match
I am your rock
The one who knocks
My voice, my blade
Each twist, your fate
And I know you'll enjoy every second of it now