Blameless? Letra

Voodoo that you do
Weaponized
Not until you're through
Have I realized
I've only got myself to blame
In name.

There's plenty of blame to go round
You cast my name into the ground
Poison me, with food fit for a moron
Plain to see, the hate we share in common

Pouring again
Worms begin to turn.
I'm gasoline, and it's your time to burn.

My vengeance stokes the flame, it's a shame
There's plenty of shame to go round
I burnt your whorehouse to the ground
Hooray for me

You go back to Manchester, I will stay in New York
Now you're the queen of England
Calling me a serf.

I'm given cause to wonder
Can arson lead to murder?
You would be so pretty
Beneath a peck of dirt.

Accusations, burn through my brain
For homicide, was I really to blame?

Blame
Blame
Blame
Blame
Blame