Here we are, back to play the same old games as if things never changed
The blood still tastes the same Ash to ash, back to back and dust to dust
You look so upper-crust So rich with broken trust
Can you hear your conscience's crying wash the fields of dead and dying ex-acquaintances?
Jogging over skulls and leg bones Drown the crunch out with your headphones
If you're so rich then pay for what you've done
Under the influence Keep me off the road when you're around me My love you make me sick
There you are, a tool of their familiar game Your lies still smell the same
Your kind are still to blame Upper class This machine you built to last
You'd better spend it fast I am about to break the spell you cast
I'll bury you next to your ego and mark the grave to burn when we go up in flames again
Now I'm not afraid to kill this You are but a fleeting illness The emptier, the easier to break
Let the clock spin sweetly on its way and your face will blur and fade away
Wash your hands, they reek of what you've done Just a fraud Just having fun
Now dance for me, you fucking puppet