You're perfect, you think but it's your spell
You're not saint, go to hell
Whispering curse, intone
It doesn’t help, your heart made of stone
You eat someone's thoughts, sicking the truth
Nothing will make you loose
Choking your own lies
Drowning in your own blood
I'm spectator
Maybe I'm angel
But I have nothing to save you
I want your plea
I'll give you a hand but it doesn’t set you free
Your words are insignificant
And you and your vile essence
You play General
But kiss ass of Marshal
Nothing is eternal
You see you'll stumble
Fall, crawl, weep
I'll give you a hand if you plea
You laugh, you say that you live among the duds and dirt
And don’t deserve it all
But look in the mirror, you see
You have to see who you are
You eat someone's thoughts, sicking the truth
Nothing will make you loose
Choking your own lies
Drowning in your own blood