Lyrics

Organized beyond comprehension for the sum of your years. Impressive in actions and words. So systematic, methodically mixing your next batch of lies. A fresh coat of make-beleive covers the path where you hide all the bodies. A chance meeting you never expected, My awakening here. Now your timeline is all out of place. Two steps ahead of you, armed with the miseries of those in your wake. Answering questions that you've yet to ask and watching your world start to quake. I'm catching on...I'm catching on...I'm catching on. busting my ass, still it feels that I'm just treading water. The weight of these wounds pulling me under. I saw what you did, you led them like lambs to the slaughter. The tables have turned, this time you go down. busting my ass, still it feels that I'm just treading water. The weight of these wounds pulling me under. I saw what you did, you led them like lambs to the slaughter. The tables have turned, this time you go down. You're catching on...You're catching on...You're catching on.