SHAME / ROTTEN Lyrics

All the creative ways I submit to shame

The fear of god, the need for blame

A man I know by many names, but most of all, my own

A victim to some circumstance

A pre-determined crime of chance

Sympathy for Cain exists in crowded wombs and jawbones

You can't take me anywhere

But when you're staring down the face we share, when I cast you out, you'll find me there

Your son of man with holes in hands

That he won't let you hold

Or do you only see your own?

I starve to feed the parts of me

Far from who I oughta be

Tell me, are you proud of me yet?

(Are you proud of me yet?)

Rotten to the heart of me

Won the devil's lottery

Haven't got it out of me yet

(Are you proud of me yet?)

Hand-me-down martyrdom

Scorch the earth, of which it's from

Follow where the river runs

By never passing through it

Hand-me-down martyrdom

Scorch the earth, of which it's from

Follow where the river runs

By never passing through it