Scratch the Surface

They say "the more things change, the more they stay the same"
When you've always been a pessimist it's all the same
And so we go to war
Don't fucking feed the poor
State sponsored assassination if anyone falls
This feels like heresy
I can't believe that you still have the gall to act so virtuous while feasting on our souls

We're scratching at the surface of all of these lies
Your false demeanour can't excuse the look in your eyes
We're scratching at the surface and you can't hide
The treachery
You'll never be a leader to me

The treachery
This feels like heresy

The hangman's rope is frayed
Above a shallow grave
I've watched you self destruct
This is your end of days
The cancer comes to life
The tyrannised arise
You've made your bed down in the dirt I'll fucking bury you
Our morbid celebration
Now the blind lead the blind
In a race to eternal damnation

We're scratching at the surface of all of these lies
Your false demeanour can't excuse the look in your eyes
We're scratching at the surface and you can't hide
The treachery
You'll never be a leader to me

This feels like heresy
This feels like heresy

Take a set for the end of the earth

We're caught beneath the surface we're paralysed
We're paralysed
The architects of our fate we realise
We can't begin to comprehend our fragility

This feels like heresy
Take a seat for the end of the earth
There's no replacing a world that's being undone