I surmised it, now it's time to exercise it
Blindly buying lies but now it's time to scrutinize it
Shhh, stop whining, why untie you while you're fighting?
Sign the dotted line so I can file your body when I've found a sign
Like the saints of Gomorrah
I can tell you're scared
But the saints, I assure you
Came to understand that
Sometimes you gotta crack a couple eggs…
Sir or madam, pardon me I'm hardly mad
I simply have to have that charming addled brain you're sporting
Gifted horses, lifted lips explored remorseless
Just a peak inside
I'm sure he's only hiding because I can see I'm onto something big…
There was a plan
Something greater at hand
There's a child in Gomorrah
Innocent and pure
Even God can't assure you'll get what you deserve!