Conditional love is the bible you throw at me, empty poetry
Conditional love you will never let go off me, your control of me
Bound to your world, making it spin
Praying to something that I don't believe in
I don't know the path but whatever I do father, I will no longer follow you
Follow you, follow you, follow you into a fire
Follow you, follow you, follow you into a lie
And you taught me what not to be
What not to be
No, I'm sorry I don't practice what you, practice what you preach
And you taught me what not to be
What not to be
No, I'm sorry I don't practice what you, practice what you preach
(Practice what you, practice what you preach)
(Practice what you, practice what you-)
Bought ten locks so my backups have backups
Stay in my room 'til the sky is all black
I can't open my eyes when I know yours are closed
And I tip-toe downstairs, fingers crossed
You don't know, it's your show
I've been playing a part of a puppet that you can't let go
Follow you, follow you, follow you into a fire
Follow you, follow you, follow you into a lie
And you taught me what not to be
What not to be
No, I'm sorry, I don't practice what you, practice what you preach
(Practice what you, practice what you preach)
(Practice what you, practice what you-)
And if I cross the bridge, I'll burn it
Never thought you had to earn it
And our planet still spins if you don't turn it
I won't follow you, I won't follow you
And you taught me what not to be
What not to be
No, I'm sorry, I don't practice what you, practice what you preach
And you taught me what not to be
What not to be
No, I'm sorry, I don't practice what you, practice what you preach
(Practice what you, practice what you preach)
(Practice what you, practice what you p-)