Butcher's Mouth

I’ve got a way, of finding out what you said

But I want to hear it from the butcher’s mouth

I’ve got a way, of freaking out all your friends when I’m talking out loud,

But it ends me when I can tell

That I’ve become the person I can’t take/that I hate/a person so much like you

I’ve got a way

Your jealous eyes, with reckless pride, feasting on the wealth

This little click, brick by brick, has turned upon itself

You’re a broken record repeating these vanities

Over and over again

You find your words and made them work

For you and trust me people will drink them in

The absence, of a witness, no one to see this

Hid your affection, for self-obsession and the greed

But now it’s back to your, back to your knees

I’ve got a way

Your jealous eyes, with reckless pride, feasting on the wealth

This little click, brick by brick, has turned upon itself

You’re a broken record repeating these vanities

Over and over again

The same old story

Throw yourself a pity party

Pulling each and every heartstring

We brought you here

We brought you here

And no one will come to your defense

Let’s break that smile right off your face

Taking the time to save the place

Where names are of no use

And ridiculous answers will find their sleep

And you will find your sleep too