this is the place
just come with the mace
i'm nothing but a nervous dissident
this is the face
of your next phase
a cure for power hungry men

this is the pain
now burn that page
your nothing but some fancy dissonance
this is the face
of your next phase
alive or dead it's up to him
(i can feel every tug
its my labor of love)

this is the place
just come with the mace
i'm nothing but a nervous dissident
this is the face
of your next phase
a cure for power hungry men
(can they see me wring my hands
sticking pins in all my plans?)

them "pin-stripes" were right
the poll-makers were fine
cornered for the right to be alone
its been signed
coroner signs your life to the stone
i won't mind
(who should i be taking aim at? i'm confused, i'm sure you see that, but i'll shoot once and they'll both hit the ground)

This is a case
of undead tastes
you're nothing but a permit-pissing ant
this is the face
of an unpaid raise
this filth of power hungry men

this is the trade
you can't get away
with a bag of black sentiments
this is the cage
of your body laid
in a crib of golden trim
(you can't hijack my art
and perforate every part)

this is a case
of undead tastes
you're nothing but a permit-pissing ant
this is the face
of an unpaid raise
this filth of power hungry men
(its vice-like, chasing a long shot goal
graying, tiring, feeling old)

them "pin-stripes" were right
the poll-makers were fine
cornered for the right to be alone
its been signed
coroner signs your life to the stone
i won't mind
(who should i be taking aim at? i'm confused, i'm sure you see that, but i'll shoot once and they'll both hit the ground)

them "pin-stripes" were right
the poll-makers were fine