Feint Praise

I heap on feint praise It's never getting stronger No matter how much shit I throw For it is flawed and dangerous Hollow ringin' in my ears And the bitter aftertaste Like rust Yeah I make the nice and side step Anything to dance around a fight I need To say it loud For life is short And days filled with rictus smiles Are wasted and bring dishonor On this house No you must never squeeze the tea bag Leave it alone What Did it ever do to you Tryin' to be All things to all men You end up being None So no more Handwringing No more anything for an easy life Call it when I see wrong So when I am done And wheezin' On my last bed I won't wish I'd done something else instead