As the tide turns a fact still remains
A second layer to the boy in distress
My words are dedicated
To your words
Spoken in err

If there is any justice you'll stagnate
Always true to your malleable ethic
Your apathy turns to cruelty
Parading and showing off the darkness of your heart
A razorblade handshake
A projectile wave
Kisses that strangulate
An embrace that destroys

The cruelty
The decadence
Noble on paper
Or when it suits you best
Hear the song without a soul
Simple verse you spout

Restrained and fabricated
Simple lies through song
Expressed in action your truth is eloquent
You're always accountable
You stink of guilt
The truth recorded so when you change
It'll follow you

Noble on paper
Or when it suits you best
Hear the song without a soul

A razorblade handshake
A projectiile wave
Kisses that strangulate
An embrace that destroys

The cruelty
The decadence
Noble on paper
Or when it suits you best
Hear the song without a soul