Guilt from Volume One by Paul Cook & The Chronicles

What’s the point in keeping cool?
I know you’re treating me like a fool
You come in drunk and stay out late,
creeping in hoping I’m not awake
For proof I don’t care, when I can see there’s

Guilt, crawling all over your face now
Guilt, crawling all over your face now

Our friends must feel compromised,
not knowing whether to reveal your lies
It’s hard to cover up your tracks;
you leave so many there’s no way back

For proof I don’t care, when I can see there’s

Guilt, crawling all over your face now
Guilt, crawling all over your face now

Tell me there’s no bead of sweat,
forming on your lower back
And you will start to crawl up through the hole I’ve watched you dig for you

Guilt, crawling all over your face now
Guilt, crawling all over your face now

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