Proverbial Milk

While Brutus stabbed away with the dagger of crap musical lies The truth was singing good, hid by the cloak of impatience But now I face the music, with more precise air in my lungs To bitch about your personal bandwagon anti my band bullshit The music, music said, you gotta get me inside your head Was this humanity? While Judas kissed away any chance of now a promise Through my head Was this humanity? While Judas kissed away any chance of now a promise Through my head The music, music said, you gotta get me inside your head I let you win before, not anymore Not anymore