I don’t think you know
And I don’t think you care
Want to take low
Take you right down there.

I’ve got your blood on my face
You fucking disgrace
My strength invested in you
Has gone to waste.

You have become
An amplification
A coagulation
Of manipulation.

No, I don’t like you tricks
Or your personal parts
And your fucking semantics
Are breaking my heart.

And I don’t want this shit
But I’m addicted to it
And we both know
That I’ll take another hit.

You have become
A glorification
An exaggeration
Of desperation.

Ha, a script from the start
You pursue to inhibit
Yes you play a part
Why don’t you fucking admit it?

No, you don’t fight any more
Because you’re flat to the floor
And who you are now
Is who I was before.

You have become
A representation
A dramatization
Of subordination.

Oh, you’re such a bore
I’m gunna have to give you some more,
Want to leave you so sore
You are just a metaphor.

Oh your rotten core
Your forgotten law,
My forever more
You are just a metaphor.

Oh your rotten core
Your forgotten law,
My forever more
You are just a metaphor.

Oh, you’re such a bore
I’m gunna have to give you some more,
Want to leave you so sore
You are just a metaphor.