People Always Ask Me If We're Gonna Cuss in an Emery Song

Curse your job and all that you wanted
 (Condemned and bored It's not what you wanted)
 Curse this life and all that you have here
 (The worst is yours, but this is different)
 Because we don't have a single thing to say
 Your words were so brutal because I felt the sting of hell
 Claim your verse (The holy word)
 How many have you counted?
 (Righteous and ready in hand)
 Its words you fear as if they can't be found in
 (They are your own)
 Found inside what you wanted to say
 The lines blurred and we knew it
 But what if they hear what if they tell?
 You held the word so high so everyone one could see me
 Freedom felt like a lie
 It was easy to condemn me of this
 You can't be of this
 You're filled with the spirit that was here
 And preceded everyone and everything I know
 (The curse was thrust on me, the child so haunted
 Never free, could never trust it
 And I wanted to tell you everything I would want be but that
 Would have cost more than anything)
 Can't you tell me what does S mean to you?
 What does fear do for you?
 I lived that way for so long that I almost forgot
 That a friend is all we need
 F is not what you're saying
 It's a game that you're playing
 Avoid the questions as you highlight the words in red, all
 Instead of saying what you mean
 They say the words
 They sing the words
 Become the words
 Control the words
 They say the words
 They sing the words
 Become the words
 Control the words
 They say the words
 They sing the words
 Become the words
 Control the words
 They say the words
 They sing the words
 Become the words
 Control the words