Could I be wrong, or did I just watch you cut your own throat to maintain a sense of control? Within, where logic sleeps with the pigs I'm half in your world, so you drag me down with your ship
Lead us into war, leave the real world behind Give in to scorn Burn, run and hide
Waging our war has give me something pure to believe in From my moral high ground I'm up here looking down at the parasites snapping at the air And i guess I'm still somewhat confused You put a grenade in your mouth and pulled the pin out in the hope that I'd get hurt by the blast
I offered to drop, even begged you to stop, for your own worthless sake, and I meant what I said But you had to defile and then hid like a child, let the grownups clean over the mess that you'd made ... Do you feel shame?
I can see the waves rushing from your shores I can hear the praise running from your door You sacrificed your name and all that you've worked for Just to feed your scorn.