Front Row of Every Show

You have the world's attention, I have no one to listen
At the drop of a hat you think you can handle that, but we all know you can't
I'll sit here and count my blessings, you'll watch me and keep on guessing
You feel like a king and with every sting I'll keep on fighting

You will never stop what I'm fighting for
I'm not who you thought I was before

Your downfall is made with the eyes of a heretic
I'm not coming back, I'm not coming back tonight...
Christ might have forgiven Judas, but I'm not forgiving you this time, not for this crime.

From rags to riches you stand, sit on top of the world and demand
The respect and admiration you don't deserve
I still loathe you for what you took from me
You feel like a king and with every sting I'll keep on fighting

You feel like a king and with every sting I'll keep on fighting

I started thinking last night, you know you're right? I'm so pathetic like you said.

I'm not coming back, I'm not coming back tonight...

Make a bet that I'm lying to you, make a bet that I won't kill you.

This is the last time you'll ever do this to me.

Christ might have forgiven Judas, but I'm not forgiving you this time, not for this crime.

Idle Hands Are the Devil's Tools

When you can't take it anymore
When your stomach begins to collapse
When you can't feel your limbs
When your heart drops a foot
When your mind falls to the ground
When your head hangs low
When your footsteps become the beat of your heart
When you think there's no one else who can feel with you
I'll be there.

But when you have to be happy for them,
Yet you can't, because their happiness doesn't lie with you
I'll be with you.