The Assassination Of... Letra

Now be taken to the grave
Take this photo out and don't you dare
Get so emotional again
You've only got yourself to blame

Get up with your head held high
And don't give up so easily
To resign yourself would be
An insult to his misery
Take this photo hold it close
And remember this sense of shame
You've only got yourself to blame

My sympathy is used up
My patience is worn down
You'd better make that mind up
If you want me to stick around
My sympathy is used up
So tell me why I stay?
And all this spins faster faster faster faster

And numb.. I feel so.. I feel nothing
How many times must we go through this?

And numb.. I feel so.. I feel nothing
How many times must we go through this?

Take these letters from your bedside
Throw them to the fucking flames
All these threads you spun in your web
Are nothing to this sense of shame
Take these letters that you wrote
And don't you dare come here again
You've only got yourself to blame

Your lies are torn and tattered
So just you fucking wait
Might just tear you to pieces
And I'll take my sweet time about it
Your lies are torn and tattered
All trodden into the carpet
And you'll run faster faster faster faster

So what are your regrets now?