Текст песни No Good Can Come From This, But It Can't Get Any Worse - Pulses.

This view makes me sick
Desecrated values
Get back pretentious agents and
Set me free from those stabbing my back

Is it worth it
Is it right
The shackles of morals are loud and clear
I've counted my blessings
It doesn't add up
My mind's made up
Enough is enough

I've got a hunch that you've never felt this before
I bear my heart and you throw it straight to the floor
Being a martyr isn't what I had in mind
You should've told me no, I've wasted the time

Everything doesn't revolve around me
Maybe if we take a minute to see that
We all bleed red