Take, take all you need
And Ill compensate your greed
With broken hearts
Sell Ill sell your memories
For fifteen pounds per year
But just the good days
Say, Itll make you insane
And its bending the truth
Youre to blame
For all the life that youll lose and
You watch this space
And Im going all the way
And be my slave to the grave
Im a priest god never paid
Hope, I hope youve seen the light
Cause no one really cares
Theyre just pretending
Sell, Ill sell your memories, for fifteen pounds per year
But you can keep the bad days
Say, itll make you insane
And Im bending the truth
Youre to blame
For all the life that youll lose
And you watch this space
And Im going all the way
And be my slave to the grave
Im the priest god never paid
Say, itll make you insane
And Im bending the truth
Youre to blame
For all the life that youll lose
And you watch this space
And Im going all the way
And be my slave to the grave
Im the priest god never paid