[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