But A Fleeting Illness

Here we are back to play the same old games
as if things never changed
the blood still tastes the same.

Ash to ash, back to back, and dust to dust
you look so upper-crust
so rich with broken trust.

Can you hear your conscience crying
watch the fields of dead and dieing.
Ex-acquaintances.

Jogging over skulls and leg bones
drown the crunch out with your headphones
if you're so rich then pay for what you've done.

Under the influence
under the influence
keep me off the road when you're around me
under the influence
under the influence
my love, you make me sick.

There you are a tool of their familiar game
your lies still smell the same
your kind are still to blame.

Upper class, this machine you built to last
well you better spend it fast
I'm about to break the spell you cast.

I'll bury you next to your ego
and mark the grave to burn when we go
up in flames again.

And now I'm not afraid to kill this
you are but a fleeting illness
the emptier, the easier to break.

Under the influence
under the influence
keep me off the road when you're around me
under the influence
under the influence
my love, you make me sick.

Let the clock spin sweetly on it's way
and your face will blur and fade away
wash your hands, they reek of what you've done
just a fraud, just having fun.

Under the influence
under the influence
keep me off the road when you're around me
under the influence
so insignificant
my love you make me
oh, now dance for me you fucking puppet.