Testo Spite

How hard can it be just to think for yourself?
Old habits die hard, and yours are as old as hell
This is not the way it goes and it can only go to show..
That this is not the way it goes, now that you're on your own

Two faced
How do we remember your name, what to mark on your grave?
Displaced Expect nothing less if you can't keep it straight

Dancing to the beat of a manipulative heart, picking up the pieces where you left us in the dark
Take another shot, it'll only tear us apart
Welcome home? Far from it
You're nothing but a puppet
Fuck it