Your watching eyes ain't new to me.
Nor your words of deceit.
Since day one I had you down,
Ready to dispose a mind
Comatose
Torn to shreds
Clutching to all that makes,
Makes you a man.
Shallow layer fabricated, still you pretend.
Head held too high to see the ground, its f*cking close
Today its coming around, to you
Comatose
Your lies uncovered for all to see.
You're still pleading, no one believes.
This day you're unmasked.
This day you're f*cking last.
Torn to shreds