These piper are rusted
Paint peeling portrait
The blood
The snot
These thoughts they all drain
Got to give them everything
All the more to throw back at you
There's no way to win
There's no way out
It's time again
The targets on my head
Shake hands and smile
Filth under the fingernails
Lies diguise the queen
Truth corrupts the king
Brings the kingdom to it's knees
You're better when you're nothing
People feel better next to nothing
As soon as you got something
It's time to knock you down