Basing your connections on a premise so thin
You can see right through them
So brittle it'll crack
A smile right back
Under your feet
Bite off your legs
Leave you with stumps
Chastise you for whimper and embrace it too
We can suck up your weakness
And swish it around in our mouths
And pass it back
And forth
And back
And forth
And back
And forth
I'm all out of cartridges for you right now
We'll have run on different juice
I got things to do
I don't got the time
Hostility vanished outside the chalk circle
Replaced my lingering tension
And all the power was held within
And all the hopefuls could do
Was wait
Until a decision had been made
From the fucking
And the fighting
And the fucking
And the fighting
