Sour (feat. Drew Dijorio)

All the press, what a mess

It went sour

Found a cheat nothing more

Than a coward

Lock him up, lock him up

They yelled louder

The blind will lead the blind right off the

I don't wanna make amends

I don't wanna to be your friend

I just want to burn it down

Burn it down!

Speak out or be part of the problem

Stand up, got the numbers to stop them

What's the value of truth does it come with a price?

So I suggest that we all burn it down!

Stash the cash rob the purse

Hide it under

Bucket seats in the car

Of your mother's

Big shot, big shot

They called your brother

He came to bail you out but crashed into the side of the

I don't wanna bring you love

I don't wanna kiss and hug

I just wanna let you down

Burn it down!

Speak out or be part of the problem

Stand up, got the numbers to stop them

What's the value of truth does it come with a price?

And I've been trying to get it right

Got off with some minor offenses

A quick death never heard a confession

How much guilt do you feel? Does it cut like a knife?

So I suggest that we all burn it

You're pitiful

You're cynical

From high on top your pedestal

And if I had my way, I swear I'd spit at you

You're out of luck, without a buck

Guess you weren't rich enough

The papers say you'll rot away

You ungrateful fuck

Burn it down!