"The Sanguine II: Misguided Malice" lyrics
Quick to judge, quicker to jump to conclusions
Sensitive athletic thug, all wrapped in one
Cut your hair short
It makes you feel like a, like a real man
But it's in the shake of your hands
I can't seem to care about a dumb jock and his peers
Praised and excused, no consequences for you
So clinical and typical
High school football hero
You're a copy of an open book, read all over
Cut your hair short
Makes you feel like a, like a real man
But it's in, it's in the shake of your hands
Father doesn't take his time setting his son straight
And it's in your mother's nature to take after her ways
Might take you years to get your name clear, its sad but true
Took 64 gigs right out of his hoodie, the headphones too
Took his girlfriend for a weekend, but that's not you
Took your time fully building a lie, a lie to hide your face
To hide your shame, to hide your flames
That burned you down in your broken glass house
With your pocket full of stones that you won't let go
But the whole school knows, I know you know that everyone knows
It's so hard to make a da Vinci with jaded Sharpies and paper-thin patience
The writing on the walls in your closet were highlighted and exclaimed as you grew into yourself
And out of that shame, and I understand your rash intention
But my brother ain't deserve that resentment, the grass wasn't as green as you think
On the other side of our street
You pushed him to the edge
And now, my brother is dead
I pushed you to the edge
And I would do it again
Sensitive athletic thug, all wrapped in one
Cut your hair short
It makes you feel like a, like a real man
But it's in the shake of your hands
I can't seem to care about a dumb jock and his peers
Praised and excused, no consequences for you
So clinical and typical
High school football hero
You're a copy of an open book, read all over
Cut your hair short
Makes you feel like a, like a real man
But it's in, it's in the shake of your hands
Father doesn't take his time setting his son straight
And it's in your mother's nature to take after her ways
Might take you years to get your name clear, its sad but true
Took 64 gigs right out of his hoodie, the headphones too
Took his girlfriend for a weekend, but that's not you
Took your time fully building a lie, a lie to hide your face
To hide your shame, to hide your flames
That burned you down in your broken glass house
With your pocket full of stones that you won't let go
But the whole school knows, I know you know that everyone knows
It's so hard to make a da Vinci with jaded Sharpies and paper-thin patience
The writing on the walls in your closet were highlighted and exclaimed as you grew into yourself
And out of that shame, and I understand your rash intention
But my brother ain't deserve that resentment, the grass wasn't as green as you think
On the other side of our street
You pushed him to the edge
And now, my brother is dead
I pushed you to the edge
And I would do it again
