I guess the reasons that you profit out weight the reasons why you care
I know the people are just actors they hold the morals that you’re in
I feel the senses, you say “plagued by sensitivity”
I guess the winner’s just a victim
Hardly a change that you should see
In a way you’re guilty for a profit
Held buried down down inside of dirt
I know, there's no reason you can knock it
Change subjects; your boss is such a dick
I guess there goes another liar
Seducing and straight up out of check
Who heard that? The absence is denying
Brings me down when I stay in side of it
Stuck in this liar on a pulpit
Its hard enough the pussy’s got a dick
I know you’re just aiming at a target
I pray there’s no reason to give a shit