Embracing Your Spirit of the Con

Just because you didn't finish that thought Doesn't mean we didn't know what you were thinking And you’d think the voice in my head had no choice but to agree with me But the knife’s dripping and the guns smoking And I didn’t want my lungs to feel left out So I took a hit while the voices were speaking My mind is a hospital with celebrity guests Everything is urgent but nothing gets done A cursed tomb, but the hieroglyphics had your face in devastation, Worse than a car crash And defeat worse than waiving the white flag with an enemy boot on your back I'm not used to the targets being on me They thought they would find us at the source of their qualms Through following crooked maps drawn from our palms The treasure they found was innocence and a youthful pact They didn’t know what they were looking at We rose and we created a death march Everybody loved when we lined up the culprits And as we walked by, we all pointed and laughed Our brutal yet satisfied democracy at work They couldn’t tell what they were looking at Brutal, not so brutal Your cursed tomb of shapeshifters and unhealed wounds I brought you here, miles and miles and oceans away Just so you could see yourself When we see you, this is what we’re looking at A tomb of cobwebs and a god complex laid to rest; This is what we’re looking at I’m not used to the targets being on my back I stole their fashion statements right from their drawyers And I’m not giving them back And why would I expect you to feel bad? You’ve been playing this game since you were born You’re the only person I would trust to come out of this alive Shout my name from the hilltops when you’re done to let me know you survived You’re the only person I would trust to come out of this alive You’re laying lifeless with your arms crossed against your chest This is what we’re looking at A tomb of cobwebs and a god complex laid to rest You’re the only person I would trust to get me out of this alive