Lyrics

Bad Intentions
2003 Dissidence All Rights Reserved

I can't make history, because history made me
We live in infamy and it dwells in every individual

It's not our intention to delay progress
That's the hand we're dealt and we are left to guess
It's in our nature to accuse the one who's been our friend
We would all be rich if we could sell our sins

When someone is elusive we're so quick to be intrusively abusive, where do we draw the line
Even if it's ruled a misdemeanor they are casted a misleader to our way of life
The belittling comes from the one's who backed you, now their backs' on you
Once you have been labeled you're assigned a specific table, you're in exile with no chance of redemption

It's not our intention to delay progress
That's the hand we're dealt and we are left to guess
It's in our nature to accuse the one who's been our friend
We would all be rich if we could sell our sins