[Music - P. Craddick, D. Ott / Lyrics - P. Craddick]



Don't you know that one day you'll be found out?

Faulty explanations, changing colors -- all breed doubt

:You push your thoughts away from the day when you must pay

When the storm becomes a blizzard, don't play dead like a lizard



Pull it out -- wash it off

With the blade of deception sheathed the wounds can heal

Though you like the darker climes, they shade you from the real



Don't pull it off -- cut it off

A game is fair when the players abide by the rules

You speak with forked tongue and cast yourself the fool



There's something slightly saurian in the structure of your skin

Your conscience is well padded, your reasoning is thin

:So you put your prayers away until the hunt when you're the prey

On the darkest judgement night, the ledger books will be set right



Pull it out -- wash it off

With the blade of deception sheathed the wounds can heal

Though you like the darker climes, they shade you from the real



Don't pull it off -- cut it off

A game is fair when the players abide by the rules

You speak with forked tongue and cast yourself the fool



Watch your tail

You're headed for a tailspin

Approaching danger cuts the water like a shark's fin