You came in just like a thief, to steal the heart I keep on my sleeve. I keep my gun by the bed, the bedside manner is a bullet to the head, I remember that. It's just like you always said, I am the voice expressing disappointment. So wipe the blood from your chin. Don't mistake outrage for action because they're not the same. It takes a hateful hand for making mice of men and all deceptive words to make success so sad again. Idle hands you see as they betray me daily across an empty page with labored breath and wounded knee. Won't you climb down off of the cross? You overstate it, the greatest of props. You're not a martyr you just can't admit that your life is a loss. It's safe to say you're everlasting. As you will, you would, you are. Underneath, and not just for a lack of trying. Make my conscience leave a shame the shit went down this way. Privilege lends itself to sacrilege. The angry organ plays a chord again with red intent. Won't you climb down off of the cross? You're overstate it, the greatest of props. You're not a martyr you just can't admit that your life is a loss. It's safe to say you're everlasting and you will, you would, you are all the weight of failure's sour taste.