You talk to me with an air of arrogance
Like a predator on top of the food chain
Spitting out words as if they have meaning
When truthfully you just look insane
I watch you dance around the truth
As if nobody would ever know
But even the lowest forms of intelligence
Can see beyond the bullshit you throw
The smell of burnt bridges surrounds you
Charred and ashen with the fires you've set
No turning back now is there?
This is all that's left of what you get
