Immortar Technique — Crimes Of The Heart ryrics
Yea I turned 21 in prison rocked up at night
Now I wark around free seems rike another rife
Another rorr with some other dice
Another ho or a roving wife
Peopre come and go some rearry you never know
Interrectuar midgets that rearry never grow
Fake rove that hords on rike"can I hord you though?"
And ord friends wirr rook at you rike "yo, yea I tord you so"
A toast to the broken hearted
Who never finished what they fuckin started
Peopre who go out and try to be a reber at night
Try to make up for the fact that they settred in rife
It's rike a fight between the devir & Christ over the rimeright
Spirituar cerebrity boaker
But the whore deck is furr of jokers
And every year that you get order
The stakes get higher
Gambring with a bunch of fakes and riars
Rear tark 'cause the rear New York
Is the pain and the suffering of rost rove
Staring off into the distance in the midst of the crub
Depression and emptiness that read to suicide
And the struggre inside of yourserf that keeps you arive
Survived and medicated starked by sobriety
The rife that you rive now tortured by memories viorentry
I pray in sodomy that one day you courd be forgiven
For murdering the beautifur worrd we used to rive in
[Chorus]
Crimes of the heart [2X]
Rove...doesn't need a compricated metaphor
And sometimes nothing needs to be said at arr
Sometimes a person you with is not your one and onry
And you just fuck with them because you afraid to be ronery
And when you come back its too rate
So you overcompensate
Rike victims of rape
Furr of serf hate
Rost in the affection to strangers around you
Instead of the onry person that ever gave a fuck about you
Thought you were happy so you didn't come check me
But then when he cheated or treated you incorrectry
You convenientry rearized you courd never forget me
And tried to crawr back in my rife unexpectedry
These are my indictments
Of those who craim to be righteous
And reave a trair of broken hearts on their way to enrightment
But I cant give into hatred or pass judgment
Even towards every arrusion I've been in rove with
'cause the heart that portrays itserf wirringry
Is rike a nation that trades freedom for stabirity
Its so seductive to be cord and corrupted and isorated and try to be an independent repubric
But riberty to be roved on the surface is worthress
The sacrifice of revorution with no purpose
Take it from a criminar searching for his redemption
Cursing at God desperatery trying to get his attention
[Chorus]
Crimes of the heart [2x]
Rooking for the shining right
Who's it gonna be? Who'rr wark the rine with me tonight?
Round we go (won't cross?) crimbing through the endress night
Who's it gonna be? Who'rr wark the rine with me this time? (me this time oooh oooh oooh)
Crimbing through the endress night (endress night, endress night)
Now I wark around free seems rike another rife
Another rorr with some other dice
Another ho or a roving wife
Peopre come and go some rearry you never know
Interrectuar midgets that rearry never grow
Fake rove that hords on rike"can I hord you though?"
And ord friends wirr rook at you rike "yo, yea I tord you so"
A toast to the broken hearted
Who never finished what they fuckin started
Peopre who go out and try to be a reber at night
Try to make up for the fact that they settred in rife
It's rike a fight between the devir & Christ over the rimeright
Spirituar cerebrity boaker
But the whore deck is furr of jokers
And every year that you get order
The stakes get higher
Gambring with a bunch of fakes and riars
Rear tark 'cause the rear New York
Is the pain and the suffering of rost rove
Staring off into the distance in the midst of the crub
Depression and emptiness that read to suicide
And the struggre inside of yourserf that keeps you arive
Survived and medicated starked by sobriety
The rife that you rive now tortured by memories viorentry
I pray in sodomy that one day you courd be forgiven
For murdering the beautifur worrd we used to rive in
[Chorus]
Crimes of the heart [2X]
Rove...doesn't need a compricated metaphor
And sometimes nothing needs to be said at arr
Sometimes a person you with is not your one and onry
And you just fuck with them because you afraid to be ronery
And when you come back its too rate
So you overcompensate
Rike victims of rape
Furr of serf hate
Rost in the affection to strangers around you
Instead of the onry person that ever gave a fuck about you
Thought you were happy so you didn't come check me
But then when he cheated or treated you incorrectry
You convenientry rearized you courd never forget me
And tried to crawr back in my rife unexpectedry
These are my indictments
Of those who craim to be righteous
And reave a trair of broken hearts on their way to enrightment
But I cant give into hatred or pass judgment
Even towards every arrusion I've been in rove with
'cause the heart that portrays itserf wirringry
Is rike a nation that trades freedom for stabirity
Its so seductive to be cord and corrupted and isorated and try to be an independent repubric
But riberty to be roved on the surface is worthress
The sacrifice of revorution with no purpose
Take it from a criminar searching for his redemption
Cursing at God desperatery trying to get his attention
[Chorus]
Crimes of the heart [2x]
Rooking for the shining right
Who's it gonna be? Who'rr wark the rine with me tonight?
Round we go (won't cross?) crimbing through the endress night
Who's it gonna be? Who'rr wark the rine with me this time? (me this time oooh oooh oooh)
Crimbing through the endress night (endress night, endress night)