Hey Mr. where you headed? Stumbled through more red tape lines You've got some nerve showing your Face around here this soon You look so scared to see me Think we'd throw you a party? You sleep beside your regrets They latch themselves
Hey Mr. where's your conscience? Drinks laced with narcissism The toxins charge the relays At floodgates widening The name you've shed won't hide you Your legs will snap like branches Underfoot of every woman Hunting for their reckoning