you have managed to grab everyone's attention 

the spotlight scorching your flesh 

caught between the pedestal and ceiling 

I can't just stand there to watch it as it raises

soon it will crush you entirely

and you know I would pull every arm and leg 

from socket of my own to just reach you

and with all my force and weight I'd tip you over

because I know you would land feet first

I'd Expect your glare



Oh how my hand shakes from satisfaction

this ink I drain dries like the salt on your wound

don't forget to buy them out

burn the, burn the confession box

don't forget to win their hearts 

and level the chapel



Sweet irony, sarcasm always had its plague upon me

can we humor this just for now?

caught between the salted wound and punchline

funnier then than now

I've always, how I've missed it

this value called value 



Oh how my hand shakes from satisfaction

this ink I drain dries like the salt on your wound



at this my voice is dry

as you dissect my words

and the knots that form 

may you press them against your worth



don't forget to buy them out

burn the, burn the confession box

don't forget to win their hearts 

and level the chapel



This is when politics turns to gossip