SELL YOURSELF

Hide behind the stinking flesh You choose to call your life Your sharp tongue filled with empty threats That change with every turn of the tide Feeding off true sincerity With no real thirst for change Waste of time Waste of life Trapped in your own world of pain March in your parade Bang your drums of selfish pride Fool's gold prophecies Are the solutions that you seek Wear your mask among the jaded and the weak When your only motive is to deceive Sell yourself Dance in your masquerade I see the devil's true face Once and for all March in your parade Bang your drums of selfish pride Fool's gold prophecies Are the solutions that you seek Wear your mask among the jaded and the weak When your only motive is to deceive Sell yourself (x4)