Texty: Dry Kill Logic. Bring Back The Black.

I remember the days of old
When I never had a clue no matter what I was told
But now it seems like I could've been the ignorant one
While you went out and you had fun
Who knew that when you came over
You'd be all fired up
Responding like a coma patient should have known
A lousy trick was all that you had shown

Yeah
Right

Would I
Could I
Should I
Take that back
You don't dare attack me

Now looking at the things that everyone did say
And in my own way
I think I did lay
Down to die
To be crucified
No matter how hard I try
Couldn't see it through your lies
As it turns out
It's me thats been had
A victim of the evil
But you seem glad
Truth hurts more than lies
Bring back the black inside your eyes

Yeah
Right

Would I
Could I
Should I
Take that back
You don't dare attack me

The truth hurts more than lies

Bring back the black
You won't ever attack me