These piper are rusted   Paint peeling portrait   The blood   The snot   These thoughts they all drain   Got to give them everything   All the more to throw back at you   There's no way to win   There's no way out   It's time again   The targets on my head   Shake hands and smile   Filth under the fingernails   Lies diguise the queen   Truth corrupts the king   Brings the kingdom to it's knees   You're better when you're nothing   People feel better next to nothing   As soon as you got something   It's time to knock you down