But A Fleeting Illness

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 dusk to dusk

you look so upper-crust

so rich with broken trust

can you hear your conscience's crying

wash the fields of dead and dieing

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

under the influence

keep me off the road when you're around me

under the influence

under the influence

my love, you make me sick

there you are a tool of their firmiliar 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'm 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 it's 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

under the influence

under the influence

keep me off the road when you're around me

under the influence

so insignificant

my love you make me

oh, now dance for me you fucking puppet