Tell us all again what you think we should be
What the answers are, what it is we can't see
Tell us all again, how to do what you say
How to fall in line, how there's no other way
But oh, we all know...
You're guilty all the same, too sick to be ashamed
You want to point your finger, but there's no one else to blame
You're guilty all the same, too sick to be ashamed
You want to point your finger, but there's no one else to blame
You're guilty all the same
Show us all again that our hands are unclean
That we're unprepared, that you have what we need
Show us all again, 'cause we can not be saved
'Cause the end is near, now there's no other way
And oh, you will know...
You're guilty all the same, too sick to be ashamed
You want to point your finger, but there's no one else to blame
You're guilty all the same, too sick to be ashamed
You want to point your finger, but there's no one else to blame
There's no one else to blame
Guilty all the same
Guilty all the same
You're guilty all the same
Yeah, you already know what it is
Can y'all explain, what kind of land is this
When a man has plans of being rich?
But the bosses' plans is wealthy?
Dirty money scheme
A clean split is nonsense
It's insane, even corporate hands is filthy
They talk team and take the paper route
All they think about is bank accounts, a
Assets and realty, at anybody's expense
No shame with a clear conscience
No regrets and guilt free
They claim that ain't the way that they built me
The smokescreen, before the flame
Knowing as soon as the dough or deal peak
They say it's time for things to change
Rearrange like good product rebuilt cheap
Anything if it's more to gain
Drained, manipulated like artists, its real deep
Until no more remains
But I'm still me
Like authentic hip-hop and rock
'Til pop and radio, and record companies killed me
Try to force me to stray and obey
They got the gall to say how real can real be?
You feel me? We'll see
The green could be to blame
Or greedy for the fame, TV or a name
The media, the game
To me your all the same
Your guilty
You're guilty all the same, too sick to be ashamed
You want to point your finger, but there's no one else to blame
You're guilty all the same, too sick to be ashamed
You want to point your finger, but there's no one else to blame
You're guilty all the same
Guilty all the same
Guilty all the same
Guilty all the same
What the answers are, what it is we can't see
Tell us all again, how to do what you say
How to fall in line, how there's no other way
But oh, we all know...
You're guilty all the same, too sick to be ashamed
You want to point your finger, but there's no one else to blame
You're guilty all the same, too sick to be ashamed
You want to point your finger, but there's no one else to blame
You're guilty all the same
Show us all again that our hands are unclean
That we're unprepared, that you have what we need
Show us all again, 'cause we can not be saved
'Cause the end is near, now there's no other way
And oh, you will know...
You're guilty all the same, too sick to be ashamed
You want to point your finger, but there's no one else to blame
You're guilty all the same, too sick to be ashamed
You want to point your finger, but there's no one else to blame
There's no one else to blame
Guilty all the same
Guilty all the same
You're guilty all the same
Yeah, you already know what it is
Can y'all explain, what kind of land is this
When a man has plans of being rich?
But the bosses' plans is wealthy?
Dirty money scheme
A clean split is nonsense
It's insane, even corporate hands is filthy
They talk team and take the paper route
All they think about is bank accounts, a
Assets and realty, at anybody's expense
No shame with a clear conscience
No regrets and guilt free
They claim that ain't the way that they built me
The smokescreen, before the flame
Knowing as soon as the dough or deal peak
They say it's time for things to change
Rearrange like good product rebuilt cheap
Anything if it's more to gain
Drained, manipulated like artists, its real deep
Until no more remains
But I'm still me
Like authentic hip-hop and rock
'Til pop and radio, and record companies killed me
Try to force me to stray and obey
They got the gall to say how real can real be?
You feel me? We'll see
The green could be to blame
Or greedy for the fame, TV or a name
The media, the game
To me your all the same
Your guilty
You're guilty all the same, too sick to be ashamed
You want to point your finger, but there's no one else to blame
You're guilty all the same, too sick to be ashamed
You want to point your finger, but there's no one else to blame
You're guilty all the same
Guilty all the same
Guilty all the same
Guilty all the same
