text: Dont come to me with your problems, I dont need them
  Your conscience is a weight that I wont hold
  Youd rather be the only one who pretends
  Is it cause youve been bought and sold so young?
  Dont ask me questions, cause I dont got the answers
  If you only knew what time will tell
  Its all a test and lessons that you cant learn
  Youll know when you spend your time in hell
  So, as your bloods running thin, your times running out
  No one will be listening, not even when you shout
  When your angels turn to devils, youll finally figure out
  That no one will be with you in the end
  A hypocrite, youre just a contradiction
  Wrapped up in your lies, who knows whats real?
  Well, this is it, your lonely life of fiction
  Do you even know how to feel?
  So, as your bloods running thin, your times running out
  No one will be listening, not even when you shout
  When your angels turn to devils, youll finally figure out
  That no one will be with you in the end
  So, as your bloods running thin, your times running out
  No one will be listening, not even when you shout
  When your angels turn to devils, youll finally figure out
  That no one will be with you in the end, the end, the end, the end