Embracing Your Spirit of the Con
Just because you didn't finish that thought
Doesn't mean we didn't know what you were thinking
And you’d think the voice in my head had no choice but to agree with me
But the knife’s dripping and the guns smoking
And I didn’t want my lungs to feel left out
So I took a hit while the voices were speaking
My mind is a hospital with celebrity guests
Everything is urgent but nothing gets done
A cursed tomb, but the hieroglyphics had your face in devastation,
Worse than a car crash
And defeat worse than waiving the white flag
with an enemy boot on your back
I'm not used to the targets being on me
They thought they would find us at the source of their qualms
Through following crooked maps drawn from our palms
The treasure they found was innocence and a youthful pact
They didn’t know what they were looking at
We rose and we created a death march
Everybody loved when we lined up the culprits
And as we walked by, we all pointed and laughed
Our brutal yet satisfied democracy at work
They couldn’t tell what they were looking at
Brutal, not so brutal
Your cursed tomb of shapeshifters and unhealed wounds
I brought you here, miles and miles and oceans away
Just so you could see yourself
When we see you, this is what we’re looking at
A tomb of cobwebs and a god complex laid to rest;
This is what we’re looking at
I’m not used to the targets being on my back
I stole their fashion statements right from their drawyers
And I’m not giving them back
And why would I expect you to feel bad?
You’ve been playing this game since you were born
You’re the only person I would trust to come out of this alive
Shout my name from the hilltops when you’re done
to let me know you survived
You’re the only person I would trust to come out of this alive
You’re laying lifeless with your arms crossed against your chest
This is what we’re looking at
A tomb of cobwebs and a god complex laid to rest
You’re the only person I would trust to get me out of this alive
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