A Man Of Honour
by The Setup· from Nine Kinds Of Pain
Never trust the man with certainties
That fucking fraud…
In just split seconds, truth becomes a lie
Clear all regret and for all that it was worth…
I count the lies, I see the marks become the death of me…
So I just step right up…
Never trust the man with certainties
That fucking fraud
I see the upside there's nothing left to me
To choose denial consumed by all our fear
Separation, the marks, the death of me…
It's all so fucking hysterical
For the kill