Blame This

A loaded gun and a mind filled with hate. Brought on by myself and a cruel world.
Go ahead do what you will and blame what you don't like.
The world doesn't understand shit and they place the blame on something so inoccent.
How can you be so blind, so stupid?
Look me in the eyes. Nothing but hate inside.
Yet still you place the blame on something so inoccent.
What do you know about me?
The one whos to blame, the one who deserves the punishment?
No one told me to, I did it mysef.
Blame the inoccent.

Blame what you don't like.
Blame what you don't like.
Blame what you don't like.
Your so fucking blind, you can't see the real problem.
Go ahead blame this, don't try to find the real problem.
Blame this, its all you can.
Blame this, its all you can.
Blame this, its the only fucking thing you can.
Blame this, here. Blame this, now.
Blame what you don't like.

A morning like this, a morning so black.
Blame it on my clothes, blame it on the music, blame it on the movies.
Blame what you will.
A scared look in your eyes. The smell of fear flowing from your face.
Complain about me, becouse of the way I bitch about you.
Look at you, another person that doesn't care.
Another person full of greed.
Not me, I want the power.
The power to bring out your fear. The power to shoot, the power to kill.
Its not them, your my fucking problem.
Its not them, your my fucking problem.
Fuck you. Blame this.

I walk through the doors, reach behind my back, pull out a gun.
Now your dead.
Now you see you can't blame me, its not my fault,
its my style, its my culture.
Its becouse of what I see on t.v. and what I hear on the radio.
Think about it, think about what you say and what you do.
Blame this. Fuck you. Blame this. Fuck you.