Basing your connections on a premise so thin You can see right though them
So brittle it'll crack A smile right back Under your feet Bite off your legs
Leave you with stumps
Chastise you for whimper and embrace it too We can suck up your weakness
and swish it around in our mouths and pass it back
and forth and back and forth and back and forth
I'm all out of cartridges for you right now We'll have run on different juice
I got things to do
I don't got the time XI2
Hostility vanished outside the chalk circle Replaced my lingering tension
and all the power was held within and all the hopefuls could do was wait
until a decision had been made from the ****ing
and the fighting and the ****ing and the fighting
