The Abominations of Those Virtuous

We rely on subtle points
And stabs at biting humor
To reveal our tired roles
Of slave and domination

Who did you enlighten today
Humiliate to sell your point of view
Create an image for mass consumption
Insecurity as intellect

See your soul in your eyes
Hope your trophies will not mind

I'm sick of this grain of salt
That I must take you with
I want to lash out
But I bite my lip

The talk gets older and the lines get stale
Your chance at godliness has already failed

You can't deny
Your thirst and drive
For your time in the spotlight

Why are you so damned sure that you shut your friends out
I have learned to shut out every hateful word
You'll never see the friends you've lost
From behind your transparent mask

I haven't grown to hate you
I've just grown to forget you

You label me class, rank and station
Your intellectual masturbation
You're absolutely intoxicated
By your own mouth running in circles

Your tongue always tends to lose it
Every chance you get you abuse it
You have now spent a lifetime
Killing time
Killing time
Tow the line
But you're eager, withdraw and I'll follow you

Though you're quick to act
Like a threat
To make others feel so small
The thought that you repeat
And the letter that you scream
Before that you were killing time

In time

I'm sick and tired of your reaction
I'm sick and tired of your reaction
I'm sick and tired of your reaction
Why don't you shut the fuck up

When you discover just how easy it is to impress
Without demanding all the attention for no reason
Maybe you'll believe me

Your own will to power has come back to haunt you
Your own will to power has come back to haunt you