Who Are You, Mr. Brooks?
You do it all the time
You bring pain, you bring crime
Its the way of exile
You never ever smile
Chorus
Do you remember the pain? (Pain that you caused) Say
You show repentance, get blame (You get the blame) Pray
You think you are so fine
But you are worth a dime
Inside you are so vile
Your soul is full of bile
Waste the fucking disease filling your head
Make your last breath to change your way
Dont walk away, remorse is so nigh, accept it now, regret
You take away
All their sacred hopes
You maim and slay
Enjoying their bawls
Deprived of grace
You drive them to suffer
Hiding your face
You leave them nothing
