Now listen up over here All of your words are starting to taste a little sour Force-feed all of the fools, I refuse to be led Scars on my neck are fresh, And noose is still red and wet Filthy sharp razor tongue Twirling us 'round and round Choke on your spit and die But I'm not buying, whatever you're selling to me I'm not buying All of your words are starting to smell a little foul Pouring like waterfalls, So vain are all those Dubious narratives, Bend over take them in Slip them in carefully, Lube with conformity, Gods these days, they are wearing green But I'm not buying, whatever you're selling to me I'm not buying Is your money that good? Does it wash away? Does stench of it all? Keep you up and awake? Does the mirror shatter Where your eyes and the conscience meet?