You wink and nod
You think you're God
You think you're Satan

You're going down
The faintest sound
Will make you tainted, hated

You don't know how
You don't know what
Or where I've
You don't know what
Or where I've been

You sing your songs
And bring you're wrongs
And procreate it

You pit against
So undersensed
And unrelated, shameless