The Used

The Lottery

The Used

Gathered all in a circle
Ritualistic just like before
They say to pick a number
To pick a color, but what's it for? (Ooh)
I’ll stand by this tradition
Man my position, it's ignorance
Faceless into the mirror
I'm not convinced that I stand a chance
(Please don’t hurt me)

I'll be
Your one and only
Standing here lonely
Watching you throw things
Fire, fire away

Twisting, we're all contorting
While you keep sorting us in a line
Chasing, the warm embracing
While you keep tasting the bloody wine
Blindly leading the blindfolded
To an outdated state of mind
The free will die, live my lie
Make your body whole like mine
(Please don't hurt me)

I'll be
Your one and only
Standing here lonely
Watching you throw things
Fire, fire away

Oh
Oh

One day this will end with a fire on your skin
The crowds will come in waves while the sacrifice begins
The banners will be waving in the ashes of your hell
The end is fucking now
(Please don't hurt me)

I'll be
Your one and only
Standing here lonely
Watching you throw things
Fire, fire away
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