Somewhere between an excuse and a lie,
You found something that you believe.
So proud, I guess I can't imagine why,
Three cheers for what we used to be.
Pathetic. Wasted. Soulless. Compromised.
Sleep-walking the mind field.
Shit talking, it crumbles around you.
It comes back around.
Somewhere between delusion and denial,
You'll drown in your own sympathy.
Profound, at least you thought so at the time,
A ghost of who you used to be.
Pathetic. Wasted. Soulless. Compromised. [x2]
[x2]
Sleep-walking the mind field.
Shit talking, it crumbles around you.
It comes back around.
Pathetic. Wasted. Soulless. Compromised.
Pathetic Video (MV)
Performed By: Lamb Of God
Written by: CHRIS ADLER, DAVID RANDALL BLYTHE, JOHN CAMPBELL, MARK MORTON, WILL ADLER
Lamb Of God - Pathetic Lyrics
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Somewhere between an excuse and a lie,
You found something that you believe.
So proud, I guess I can't imagine why,
Three cheers for what we used to be.
Pathetic. Wasted. Soulless. Compromised.
Sleep-walking the mind field.
Shit talking, it crumbles around you.
It comes back around.
Somewhere between delusion and denial,
You'll drown in your own sympathy.
Profound, at least you thought so at the time,
A ghost of who you used to be.
Pathetic. Wasted. Soulless. Compromised. [x2]
[x2]
Sleep-walking the mind field.
Shit talking, it crumbles around you.
It comes back around.
Pathetic. Wasted. Soulless. Compromised.
You found something that you believe.
So proud, I guess I can't imagine why,
Three cheers for what we used to be.
Pathetic. Wasted. Soulless. Compromised.
Sleep-walking the mind field.
Shit talking, it crumbles around you.
It comes back around.
Somewhere between delusion and denial,
You'll drown in your own sympathy.
Profound, at least you thought so at the time,
A ghost of who you used to be.
Pathetic. Wasted. Soulless. Compromised. [x2]
[x2]
Sleep-walking the mind field.
Shit talking, it crumbles around you.
It comes back around.
Pathetic. Wasted. Soulless. Compromised.
Writer: CHRIS ADLER, DAVID RANDALL BLYTHE, JOHN CAMPBELL, MARK MORTON, WILL ADLER
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC