Besedila: Red Jumpsuit Apparatus. Don't You Fake It. Justify.

Once there was a time when we could learn
All the simple pleasantries, a follower should yearn
Now all that I can do is watch them burn
And wish that I could save them all, just one

See the fake
Everyday shaking hands of men, promising the end.
Hear him speak
All the things that we need to hear, to adhere

Justify, your secrecies that surmise your cries
I see the way you look around the bend
Is it going to end, when?

Visions that I've seen have left me torn
Between the resurrection and the prophecy unborn
I think that I will document the fall
And say, ?I hate to say it but told you all?

See the fake
Everyday shaking hands of men, promising the end.
Hear him speak
All the things that we need to hear, to adhere

Justify, your secrecies that surmise your cries
I see the way you look around the bend
Is it going to end, when?

Justify, your secrecies that surmise your cries
I see the way you look around the bend
Is it going to end, when?

Your side, choose wise, your side
What's the change in tone when you whisper?
Who's to blame? Is my message clearer?

Justify, your secrecies that surmise your cries
I see the way you look around the bend
Is it going to end, when?

End to end when you change your mind
Is it going to end?