Tired of talking about it to people who know
Drop in the crowd and they'll leave it, they'll leave it alone
Ask the imposter who lives on a velvety throne
He'll tell you we're pretty, at least from the distance they love
Give it a name and we'll go home and call it a day
Tighten the locks on the chains that keep children at bay
Ask the imposter who lives on a velvety throne
They'll roll all the dice and divide up their old methadone
You can spit and cry for all you want
We've been waiting in hunger pain for months
Smoke em if you got em
Out of their hole running
Act as if you're going out and let them fucking drown
Cruelty's a bitch but so is being rich
And we're not falling for it anymore than you're around
You can spit and cry for all you want
We've been waiting in hunger pain for months
