So here's a thought

There's something more

I'd like to say

Cut from the same cloth

But often seems as if we're out of range

As you stomp over frequencies

To get your point across

Caught up in the crossfire

It seems to me you're the one that's lost

Evidence is the fact that you got nothing left to hide

I am afraid of your kind

The blame, the faults

Repulsed by your smile

And don't string me along anymore

It's become this common cure

And it's fucking taboo

The specs didn't match the tool

And this bastards truth, keeps hassling you

You ready for revenge?

I got my cast and crew