Butcher's Mouth

I’ve got a way, of finding out what you said
But I want to hear it from the butcher’s mouth
I’ve got a way, of freaking out all your friends when I’m talking out loud,
But it ends me when I can tell 
That I’ve become the person I can’t take/that I hate/a person so much like you

I’ve got a way
Your jealous eyes, with reckless pride, feasting on the wealth
This little click, brick by brick, has turned upon itself 
You’re a broken record repeating these vanities
Over and over again

You find your words and made them work 
For you and trust me people will drink them in 
The absence, of a witness, no one to see this
Hid your affection, for self-obsession and the greed
But now it’s back to your, back to your knees

I’ve got a way
Your jealous eyes, with reckless pride, feasting on the wealth
This little click, brick by brick, has turned upon itself 
You’re a broken record repeating these vanities
Over and over again

The same old story
Throw yourself a pity party
Pulling each and every heartstring
We brought you here
We brought you here
And no one will come to your defense 

Let’s break that smile right off your face
Taking the time to save the place
Where names are of no use
And ridiculous answers will find their sleep
And you will find your sleep too