Odd Crew - Dead Issue Lyrics

Blame all your reasons
A useless hate!
Blame what you have to live through
To make it through the day!
I'm sick of your "pain" (I'm sick of your "pain")
Tired of your shame (Tired of your shame)
Your own denial is to lead your decay!

The whiny righteous
Not to remain
The blessed and faithful
Ain't to make it through the change
I'm sick of your prayers! (I'm sick of your prayers)
Tired of your despairs! (Tired of your despairs)
Hung on the gallows of your decently "blindfold" ways!

You've waited so long, you've forgotten
(Way down you)
For moment will come to make it worth
For all that you struggle to gain
Will soon turn to be a dead issue

A last reflection
Of your ascent
The house of cards
That soon be broken by the wind
Crowned with high pride (Crowned with high pride)
Hollow inside (Hollow inside)
A phony smile of delight dying on your speechless face

You've waited so long, you've forgotten
(Way down you)
For moment will come to make it...
WORTH!
For all that you struggle to gain
Will soon turn to be a dead issue
DEAD ISSUE!

All your high pride!
All your smug life!
Destined to be gone!
All your delight!
All your blind mind!
Destined to be gone!

You've waited so long, you've forgotten
(Way down you)
For moment will come to make it...
WORTH!
For all that you struggle to gain
Will soon turn to be a dead issue
DEAD ISSUE!

Soon will turn to be a dead issue
DEAD ISSUE!