Lyrics

Post it on the internet
Spewing out your rhetoric
Poke another needle in me
Cuz I'm everything you wanted to be
Surround yourself with sycophants
Sell your story and your circumstance
Sing until they all sing along
But I've danced that dance
And I wrote that song
Little stinger hasn't got any sting
And don't you come around here
And point that thing
I can take more than the best that you've got
So if you wanna get down
You can take your shot
But we
We all see
Revelations of your insecurity
And you
All you need
Are affirmations of superiority
Well baby, I don't think so

Blissful in your ignorance
Disguise your hate as innocence
Feed your ego with a number of clicks
What's the number that'll give you a fix?
So you let it slip a little more
And you move it from the bed
On down to the floor
You're getting ever close to spilling your blood
With your legs in the air
And you soul in the mud
Little swinger hasn't got any swing
And don't you come around here
And flaunt that thing
You can sell your love on a thousand sheets
But you sold your soul to the dead end streets
And we,
We all see
Revelations of your insecurity
And you
All you need
Are affirmations of superiority
Well baby, I don't think so
I don't think so
I don't think so
I don't think so