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 how

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