The Choke

Torment The stench One side, inside No doubt, lost count Brutalize Half red eyes Decide, which side, whose side You're in the middle of the fire A scythe, a smock is sharp, so sharp No conscience Such confidence A crooked ear So insincere A glue on smile Your social style Tyrant rules is such a fool Superior good advice It's so nice from you Arguments so hideous They're heaven sent You can't repent Words like ice Cut the lies Announce, announce my demise Oh, christ, christ why'd you die? No conscience Such confidence The crooked ear So insincere The glue on smile The social style Your tyrant rule is such a fool No conscience Such confidence Your crooked ear You're so insincere The glue on smile Your social style Your tyrant, your rule, you're nobody's fool Superior good advice Blood red and arguments Heaven sent torment my stench Putrefy, putrefy Wise, so wise, you're not so wise Shadow, shadow, shadow, why? No conscience Such confidence Your crooked ear You're insincere The glue on smile The social style The tyrant that rules is such a fool