Well stop cashing me in for a thin line   You're right on track to know what it feels like   to lose more than you've ever gained   Charges pending further investigation   You've got to expect that you're falling from graces   Rehearsing all your persona will need when you're front-page fighting   (aim) for your dignity   I almost taste the the irony   How fiction replaces history   Use daunted glow to light your page   You say those feelings of doubt will never cut across your mouth   I know that Socrates and impurities are getting you down   You'll take all they've got to get your fill   Your time is running out   You're getting carried away because no one cares about your fame   I see the dagger in your name   Deny your roots for future rain, for future reign   Add one more kill to raise your worth   It's so sad, cause it's all the truth you have   Trade breath for gold   There's no Armageddon when banks are there to relieve you   Why prevent yourself to take wealth from someone else   Dare to incite yourself when you're your only foe   You're carried away   Nothing's real about your fame   I can see you drown in your own wake   So pale, so thin you'd float away   I see you trying so hard   So no one will ever take your place when you feel the dagger brush your face   Well' I deny myself what I can take when I can wait'and expect the same   Incriminated, your teeth still shine over the suffering   Deceiving trade, but the blade will shine