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 you