Your conceited doctrines burned, all your principles you spurned
Because in truth they were not their, another costume that you wear.


The bitterness burns at you
But a lie is never the truth.


A supercilious facade to hide the weakness that's at heart
In spite the reason that belies the wretched traits you die to hide.


The servant was born to betray as the light is sure to fade.

All at once it crashes down

In this mire you will drown
To the sound of your own voice
Six feet under the gun

All the bridges that you burned
Opportunities you spurned
All come crashing down on you

Six feet under the gun
Such a tangled web we weave
In the practice of deceit

For too long we were ensnared
Six feet under the gun
As it unravels 'for your eyes

Only silence nullifies
Sanctimonious denial
Six feet under the gun.


Your burning need to hold the floor, to perpetrate the caricature
And in sarcastic false riposte malfunction in senseless loss.


The fantasy swallows you
When you've bitten off more that you can chew.


All at once...