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