Adamantium - The Need lyrics

Blood from your hands does spill a papercut from the dollar bill We will all die trying to hide from the conscience that builds and eats us alive So selfish so self-proclaimed I'm left secluded by this blame - that you pa**ed I'm left below it's scarred my life and your free to go Trapped in a room painted in red No one else cares and nothing else to say The need, the greed of every ******* thing