sit down be the tormenter make all of us dance to songs cynical in tone my devil may care dance to the starting gun the sentiment carved in stone wish it away what intimidates so call me out and insist this is a cold magisterial charade a pornographic paid display i’m glad to fake it i’m glad to fake it for our sake hands feel no more thaw me out answer no more thaw me out our engine’s thriving on ketamine and mogadon cut ear to ear cut ear to ear our engine’s thriving on violence and bleeding tongues let’s bite away let’s bite our way out So call me out and insist this is a cold magisterial charade a pornographic paid display well i tried to fake it i tried to fake it for i tried to fake it for your sake your new leaf’s belated return the friendly fire foot to the floor count me out i feel no more count me out head on the door count me out god help me thaw count me out