Brother bears the weight of the world on his shoulders 
but he never 
lifts a hand

The small-time thief has crowned himself king in his 
head.
Sacrifice is a four-letter word in this holier than 
town
We are but self-appointed saints at war amongst 
ourselves.

Hey there, you can run your mouth off
All night long, but soon you'll savor every word as you 
choke them 
down.
A meal fit for a traitor; a serpent-tongued sycophant 
and all along 
continue to convince yourself that you've done no 
wrong.

Loaded words; cocked and spouting venom profusely like 
a wound. You 
decay us everytime you open up your mouth.
As much as we love to torturing ourselves, we'll gladly 
carry on
without 

Embrace the lie, consume the pain, accept this as your 
fate, or cover
up 
with pleasantries while you burst with jealous rage.

We've all made peace with who we are, there's no one 
left to blame. So

Sew your lips shut if it will help you to stop dropping 
our name

Ignore the truth or just walk away (any day now, any 
day now)

They'll be no call; no need for you to stay (any day 
now, any day now)

Hey there, you can run your mouth off all night long. 
But soon you'll 
savor every word as you choke them down.
A meal fit for a traitor; a serpent-tongued, sycophant 
and all along 
you'll keep telling yourself that you have done no 
wrong