Seether - Saviours Lyrics
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Saviours
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What Are The Lyrics For Saviours By Seether?
You think you know what this world is about
But nothing grows in the desert when you covet the drought And you believe everything is alright It's plain to see you're pretending now with all of your might And I hope you wither out F*ck you and your fake adoration Hooray for the saviors Who prey on the prayers And drink up the well As they give fuel to the fire Your selfish behavior The taste that you savor You worship yourselves You're all just bigots and liars Kick and scream when you're being ignored But no one heeds aberration when the act is a chore And I believe we have been here before It's plain to see you were everything I hated you for And I hope you wither out F*ck you, you're a poor imitation Hooray for the saviors Who prey on the prayers And drink up the well As they give fuel to the fire Your selfish behavior The taste that you savor You worship yourselves You're all just bigots and liars I hope you wither out F*ck you, you're a poor imitation Hooray for the saviors Who prey on the prayers And drink up the well As they give fuel to the fire Your selfish behavior The taste that you savor You worship yourselves You're all just bigots and liars Hooray for the saviors Who prey on the prayers And drink up the well As they give fuel to the fire Your selfish behavior The taste that you savor You worship yourselves You're all just bigots and liars |
Who Wrote Saviours By Seether?
Shaun Morgan Welgemoed
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