But A Fleeting Illness

Here we are back to play the same old gamesAs if things never changedThe blood still tastes the sameAsh to ash, back to back, and dusk to duskYou look so upper-crustSo rich with broken trustCan you hear your conscience's cryingWash the fields of dead and dieingEx-acquaintancesJogging over skulls and leg bonesDrown the crunch out with your headphonesIf you're so rich then pay for what you've doneUnder the influenceUnder the influenceKeep me off the road when you're around meUnder the influenceUnder the influenceMy love, you make me sickThere you are a tool of their firmiliar gameYour lies still smell the sameYour kind are still to blameUpper classThis machine you built to lastYou'd better spend it fastI'm about to break the spell you castI'll bury you next to your egoAnd mark the grave to burn when we goUp in flames againNow i'm not afraid to kill thisYou are but a fleeting illnessThe emptier, the easier to breakLet the clock spin sweetly on it's wayAnd your face will blur and fade awayWash your hands, they reek of what you've doneJust a fraud, just having funUnder the influenceUnder the influenceKeep me off the road when you're around meUnder the influenceSo insignificantMy love you make meOh, now dance for me you fucking puppet