Lyrics

[Verse 1] Under constant correction, a fraud, a fraud Someone's perception, trying not to bore I'm a cold-hearted kidder, applaud, applaud If you're the highest bidder, I'm yours You think we have pathetic sets And we're not sure of the etiquette Although we know they're pathetic sets And we're not sure of the etiquette [Verse 2] And if you found this, it's probably too late Clinically cynical, hereditary hate If you found this, it's probably too late Approaching the pinnacle, I'm running out of mates If we concentrate on being off the cuff Not sure we're ready, but probably rough Frightened that honesty isn't enough And it's nothing on the early stuff