So where does this leave me?
Hanging by a message; a device that I have
grown to loathe a little more with every word I'm using just to
cover up the [bad word] that you're just a questionable figure
in a tale far too dull to set in stone.
And you'd say it like a priestess, but you sin just like the rest of us,
and leave me here to figure out the difference.

I won't take my chances stuck in your speakers,
like i'll be waiting when you get lost
filling your nothing with my empty words and stories.

Try a call for once; just be a real person.
Give me a reason to believe you're being genuine
with what you want, and if I'm a part of that or not.
'Cause as the record shows, you always
say it like a priestess, but you sin just like the rest of us
and I don't want to sit around and play this.

Don't sell me out for nothing; not on this one.