Lyrics
I've got a way
I possess a method or approach
of finding out what you said,
Discovering what you communicated
but I want to hear it from the butcher's mouth.
Desiring to hear it directly from the source, the "butcher's mouth"
I've got a way
I have a way
of freaking out all your friends when I'm talking out loud.
Causing discomfort or distress to your friends when I speak openly
But it ends me when I can tell that I've become the person I can't take, that I hate,
Feeling distressed when realizing I've become a person I despise, resembling you
a person so much like you.
A person much like you that I hate
I've got a way.
I possess a method or approach
Your jealous eyes, with reckless pride, feasting on the wealth.
Your envious eyes, with arrogant pride, indulging in material wealth
I've got a way.
I have a way
This little click, brick by brick, has turned upon itself.
This small group, gradually self-destructing, has collapsed upon itself
You're a broken record repeating these vanities.
You consistently repeat superficialities like a damaged record
Over and over again.
Repeatedly, without end
You find your words and made them work for you,
You formulate your words to serve your interests
and trust me, people will drink them in.
Assuring that people will accept and believe them
The absence of a witness, no one to see this.
Without a witness, hidden self-love and greed
Hid your affection for self-obsession and the greed.
Concealed affection for self-obsession and greed
But now it's back to your, back to your knees.
Now, facing consequences and humility
I've got a way.
I possess a method or approach
Your jealous eyes, with reckless pride, feasting on the wealth.
Your envious eyes, with arrogant pride, indulging in material wealth
I've got a way.
I have a way
This little click, brick by brick, has turned upon itself.
This small group, gradually self-destructing, has collapsed upon itself
You're a broken record repeating these vanities.
You consistently repeat superficialities like a damaged record
Over and over, the same old story.
Continuing the same old story repeatedly
(Throw yourself a pity party,
Engaging in self-pity, manipulating emotions
pulling each and every heartstring.
Tugging at every heartstring
We brought you here.
Asserting that they brought you here
We brought you here.
Reiterating that they brought you here
And no one will come to your defense.)
No one will come to your defense
Let's break that smile right off your face.
Let's wipe away that fake smile
Taking time to save the place
Investing effort to preserve a place
where names are of no use
Where names are meaningless
and ridiculous answers will find their sleep,
Ridiculous answers will find their rest
and you will find your sleep too.
You will find peace as well
(Way, I've got a way.)
You're a broken record repeating these vanities.
You consistently repeat superficialities like a damaged record
Over and over again
Repeatedly, without end
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