As it all disappears...

Can't you see that I'm sneering from ear to ear?

I call it hardly a shame

No consistency sustained



It's synthetic to take your own advice

But you can't avoid it

Now it's dramatic to be your own disguise

When the butcher's hand is mine



There is no room to improve

There's no demand for the product of your next move

Fuel you were using to burn

Is charring you in return



It's synthetic to take your own advice

But you can't avoid it

Now it's dramatic to be your own disguise

When the butcher's hand is mine



Spare the world the speech

We're out of reach

As the tables turn

No blood for the leech

As the tables turn

Spare the world the speech

As the tables turn



Bad karma eats you alive

Contrived intentions will never be revived

Recalled to settle the score, less of you is more



It's synthetic to take your own advice

But you can't avoid it

Now it's dramatic to be your own disguise

When the butcher's hand is mine



Spare the world the speech

We're out of reach

As the tables turn

No blood for the leech

As the tables turn

Spare the world the speech

As the tables turn