[Verse 1] (nasal, biting vocal) Who are you to wave that crooked finger? Pious posture, sanctimonious line Sitting high upon your moral pedestal Swallowing the poison you define [Pre-Chorus] (rising intensity) You cast the first stone blind You speak with venom, clean and refined Now watch your fragile virtue snap [Chorus] (urgent, explosive) Kettle calling out the blackened pot Pointing at the stains you clearly got Preaching truth from hollow, broken ground Drowning in the noise, a hypocrite sound Down to the wire, running out of face Hypocrite falling from your gilded grace [Verse 2] (driving rhythm) Blind spot spreading wider than your ego Selling mercy while you trade in spite Drunk on judgment, bathing in delusion Certain that your shadows make you right [Pre-Chorus] (vocal push, strained) You preach the rules you break A manufactured outrage for their sake Now watch your fragile virtue snap [Chorus] (full dynamic power) Kettle calling out the blackened pot Pointing at the stains you clearly got Preaching truth from hollow, broken ground Drowning in the noise, a hypocrite sound Down to the wire, running out of face Hypocrite falling from your gilded grace [Bridge] (whispered, pulsating bass) Condemn the symptom, feed the source (vocals enter, rising pitch) You guide the blind off-course Look in the mirror, see what remains Look at your hands, look at your stains! [Chorus] (maximum overdrive, screaming edge) Kettle calling out the blackened pot! Counting every fault that you forgot! Preaching truth from hollow, broken ground Drowning in the noise, a hypocrite sound Down to the wire, running out of face Hypocrite falling from your gilded grace! [Outro] (desperate, abrupt) Look at your stains Look at your stains Drop the stone Before it all caves in (hard stop)
