Exit Pt. VI (The Guilt in the Rearview)

The bitter taste of swallowed pride Feelings of fear that I would hide (Hide, hide, hide) The truth is orange and red tonight I wish I was the one who died I'm scared of tomorrow So I'll portray all of our yesterdays I'll paint the picture my way Impressionism of what you say Once power, now guilt This trip isn't fun And I'm truly ashamed to be their son The bitter taste of swallowed pride Feelings of fear that I would hide It isn't yours but isn't mine I wish I was the one who died Cold calls come from in the house I want to answer, but thеre's no plea deal to bе found Banging on the gavel for attention Begging to unravel all the tension Breaking on the gravel for a second And I cannot drive with these tears in my eyes You proved me wrong for being on your side I know you killed Ja—