Your life is a facade a total charade Leading a false belief now you will pay Bring your daughter to the slaughter Its time to surrender or die Prepare for something painful As you fly to the angels Take the reapers hand and take the lead And over your deth warrant and sign the deed You built your whole fraud out of cheap talk and stale cologne Now the seams split wide, and I can smell the rot Every smile you flash, every polished lie Rips at the seams when the room gets hot Keep your little act, keep your painted face, keep your fake crown on It all falls hard when the crowd is gone Bustin skulls and taking names always been the name of the game and the game is insane and never tame to hash and bash for all that cash to thrash and slash and bash that whiplash In seven churches you rot even after death And for god your soul For me your flesh You opened the box and the box replied To remind you of the deception and lies We spit on the grave of the likes of you You dishonest lil punk theres no need for you You built your whole fraud out of cheap talk and stale cologne Now the seams split wide, and I can smell the rot Every smile you flash, every polished lie Rips at the seams when the room gets hot Keep your little act, keep your painted face, keep your fake crown on It all falls hard when the crowd is gone You don't get mercy when the lid comes off No clean hands, no soft word, no last shot in the dark Your name gets stripped, your grin gets checked You sold the lie, now choke on the facts We drag your crown through the busted glass Lay your whole mask out flat in the dust You made your bed in a locked-up box Now hear it slam, now feel it drop They're goin and goin and goin and showin who needs to go And showin and showin and showing But do we even know We're tryin their lyin and dying For some sort of sign Theyre beggin and beggin and beggin Begotten From the great divine You built your whole fraud out of cheap talk and stale cologne Now the seams split wide, and I can smell the rot Every smile you flash, every polished lie Rips at the seams when the room gets hot Keep your little act, keep your painted face, keep your fake crown on It all falls hard when the crowd is gone Now the curtain drops, the room goes cold All that noise you made won't hold No prize, no crowd, no holy escape Just the shape of the lie you made And when the last line fades from view There's nothing left for them to use
