we rely on subtle points and stabs at biting humor
to reveal our tired roles of slaves and domination
who did you enlighten today humiliate to sell your point of veiw
create an image for mass consumption insecurities as intellect
see your soul in your eyes hope your trophies will not mind
i'm sick of this grain of salt that i must take you with
i want to lash out but i bite my lip
the talk gets older and the lines get stale
your chance at godliness has already failed
you can't deny your thirst and drivefor time in the spotlight
why are you so damned sure that you shut your frineds out
i have learned to shut out every hateful word
you'll never see the friends you've lost
from behind your transparent mask
i haven't grown to hate you i've just grown to forget you
you label me class rank and station your intellectual masturbation
you're absolutley intoxicated with your own mouth runing in circles
your tongue always tends to lose it
every chance you get you abuse it
you have spent a life time killing time
i'm sick and tired of you reaction
why don't you shut the fuck up
and when you discover just how easy it is to impress
without demanding all the attention for no reason maybe you'll believe me
your own will to power has come back to haunt y