Late night with the gold top, kicking back
Three bottles on the wall and counting
Bin's filling up with remains all night like liquid cataracts
Head clear of all those doubts again
When all the callouses build up
You'll be numb to the feeling
And your fingers immune to the flames
But the rhetoric still cuts and every word's a mistake
I hope you're crippled under the weight
You've taken all you can take
I hope you're crippled under the weight
I heard frustration call again last night
But I don't pay it any dues
Just let it ring out with the fading of the light
There's just no getting through to you
When all the callouses build up
You'll be numb to the feeling
And your fingers immune to the flames

But the rhetoric still cuts and every word's a mistake
I hope you're crippled under the weight
Through the gap in the door
I can see right in
I've got the measure of you, you're drenched in sin
For every lie pushed past your teeth, I cave
Carve out your pound of flesh and give it away
When all the callouses build up
You'll be numb to the feeling
And your fingers immune to the flames
But the rhetoric still cuts and every word's a mistake
I hope you're crippled under the weight
You've taken all you can take
I hope you're crippled under the weight
You've taken all you can take
I hope you're crippled under the weight