I don’t want this, I don’t need this
I don’t give a single fuck about your thoughts and prayers
Salvation in destruction / and I am the apostle of pain
There’s more money in tragedy, and more net worth in self pity
So you’re doubling down inside of your screen / hiding behind attention you seek.
There’s nowhere left for you to hide the bodies
Don’t
pray for me, when you’re the one to blame
Don’t think of me, when you go up in flames
Don’t pray for me when you’re the one enslaved
No miracle, just fantasy
So spare me your pity symphony
Wake up and get up off your knees
Handcuffed by Sunday fallacy
Crucify the saint in your soul
An addict for plaudit you get your cruci-fix
Don’t pray for me, when you’re the one to blame
Don’t think of me, when you go up in flames
Don’t pray for me when you’re the one enslaved
Don’t wish me well, in your fantasy
You know the dead can’t hear you
The holy well is dry
So when you face the truth
Open your fuckin eyes
Preying on the violence
You fabricate a script
Preaching to fill your pockets
But your god is counterfeit
You love to play the victim
Can I get an amen?
Yet you canonize yourself
While you wear this crown of
shit
You get what you pray for
You don’t get anything playing the part when it’s insincere
So give up the pain, give up the game
Just give up the holy ghost
You won’t get what you pray for, won’t get what you pray for
Songwriters: Chris Cerulli, Justin Morrow, Ricky Olson, Ryan Sitkowski, Vinny Mauro
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Go!
Fuck!
I don't want this, I don't need this
I don't give a single fuck about your thoughts and prayers
Salvation in destruction, and I am the apostle of pain
There's more money in tragedy, and more net worth in self pity
So you're doubling down inside of your screen, hiding behind attention you seek
There's nowhere left for you to hide the bodies
Don't pray for me when you're the one to blame
Don't think of me when
you go up in flames
Don't pray for me when you're the one enslaved
No miracles, just fantasy
Separated
Separated
So spare me your pity symphony
Wake up and get up off your knees
Handcuffed by Sunday fallacy
Crucify the saint in your soul
An addict for plaudit, you get your crucifix
Don't pray for me when you're the one to blame
Don't think of me when you go up in flames
Don't pray for me when you're the one enslaved
Don't wish me
well, in your fantasy
You know the dead can't hear you
The holy well is dry
So when you face the truth
Open your fuckin' eyes
Preying on the violence
You fabricate a script
Preaching to fill your pockets
But your god is counterfeit
You love to play the victim
Can I get an amen?
Yet you canonize yourself
While you wear this crown of shit
You get what you pray for
You don't get anything playing the part when it's insincere
So give
up the pain, give up the game
Just give up the holy ghost
You won't get what you pray for, won't get what you pray for
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Thoughts & Prayers Lyrics as written by Ricky Olson Chris Cerulli
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Songtrust Ave
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Go! F*ck! I don't want this, I don't need this I don't give a single f*ck about your thoughts and prayers Salvation in destruction, and I am the apostle of pain There's more money in tragedy, and more net worth in self pity So you're doubling down inside of your screen, hiding behind attention you seek There's nowhere left for you to hide the bodies Don't pray for me when you're the one to blame Don't think of me when you go up in flames Don't pray for me when you're the one enslaved No miracles, just fantasy Separated Separated So spare me your pity symphony Wake up and get up off your knees Handcuffed by Sunday fallacy Crucify the saint in your soul An addict for plaudit, you get your crucifix Don't pray for me when you're the one to blame Don't think of me when you go up in flames Don't pray for me when you're the one enslaved Don't wish me well, in your fantasy You know the dead can't hear you The holy well is dry So when you face the truth Open your fuckin' eyes Preying on the violence You fabricate a script Preaching to fill your pockets But your god is counterfeit You love to play the victim Can I get an amen? Yet you canonize yourself While you wear this crown of shit You get what you pray for You don't get anything playing the part when it's insincere So give up the pain, give up the game Just give up the holy ghost You won't get what you pray for, won't get what you pray forWatch: New Singing Lesson Videos Can Make Anyone A Great Singer
Written by: Chris Cerulli, Ricky Olson, Ryan Sitkowski, Justin Morrow, Vinny Mauro
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Songtrust Ave
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