Nightmare
You painted offense while you plead a defense
You took advantage of average
You pleased those deceived but couldn't earn me
My god wouldn't use his leverage
If faith had an 800 number
I'd disconnect myself
If I had to be a member
I'd rather be left out
You fell for those lies while they took your mind
Your eyes were closed from the inside
Your heart was so full of infomercial
You couldn't hear the blind talking
Stay away from me
Pesadilla
Pintaste ofensas mientras suplicas una defensa
Aprovechaste lo promedio
Complaciste a los engañados pero no pudiste ganarme
Mi dios no usaría su influencia
Si la fe tuviera un número de teléfono de 800
Me desconectaría
Si tuviera que ser miembro
Preferiría ser excluido
Caíste por esas mentiras mientras te robaban la mente
Tus ojos estaban cerrados desde adentro
Tu corazón estaba tan lleno de infomerciales
Que no podías escuchar a los ciegos hablando
Aléjate de mí
Escrita por: Jarrod Montague / Mike DeWolf / Sérgio Crestana / Stephen Richards