作曲 : Patrick Porter/Mike Jensen/Josh Porter forgive me children for i have sinned i never asked you first the way in which i wrote this song, the pen which scribed the verse i never stopped to think of you each chord change, each refrain was done so with you not in mind the farthest from my brain already gone and such a waste will you please put me in my place? it's not enough to just say the things you do and i hate music because of you being the conisourre you are, with all you listen to you know exactly what we've done wrong and what we need to do come to you before each note is ever written down find out exactly what you want before we make a sound already gone and such a waste will you please put me in my place? it's not enough to just say the things you do and i hate music because of you but i, in my arrogance have gone my separate way music is dead and so are we, and soon will come the day when every single stupid song and everything online will turn to dust, the moth, the rust, decay and wasted time if i am honest, there's part of me that hopes it makes you sick i hope you cannot stand to hear it, or bear the thought of it i hope that tomorrow you'll curse our name you'll drill it in the dirt i hope you'll not come back to us i hope it always hurts but at Your feet i admit defeat my work is now in Your hands if they want to hear stupid music so very bad they can start themselves a band already gone and such a waste will you please put me in my place? it's not enough to just say the things you do and i hate music because of you
作曲 : Patrick Porter/Mike Jensen/Josh Porter forgive me children for i have sinned i never asked you first the way in which i wrote this song, the pen which scribed the verse i never stopped to think of you each chord change, each refrain was done so with you not in mind the farthest from my brain already gone and such a waste will you please put me in my place? it's not enough to just say the things you do and i hate music because of you being the conisourre you are, with all you listen to you know exactly what we've done wrong and what we need to do come to you before each note is ever written down find out exactly what you want before we make a sound already gone and such a waste will you please put me in my place? it's not enough to just say the things you do and i hate music because of you but i, in my arrogance have gone my separate way music is dead and so are we, and soon will come the day when every single stupid song and everything online will turn to dust, the moth, the rust, decay and wasted time if i am honest, there's part of me that hopes it makes you sick i hope you cannot stand to hear it, or bear the thought of it i hope that tomorrow you'll curse our name you'll drill it in the dirt i hope you'll not come back to us i hope it always hurts but at Your feet i admit defeat my work is now in Your hands if they want to hear stupid music so very bad they can start themselves a band already gone and such a waste will you please put me in my place? it's not enough to just say the things you do and i hate music because of you
