Hear this: a name. "Sell",
Be the tolling of the iron bell
That will render me
All the prize it will cut these doubts right down to size
And without this thing
Without the drive just to make you see how
I am striving to make a fist
A voice if could just make you hear
Make this all right
And I'm
Still
Still calling
Still...
Still...
Still calling
Severed tongues and glowing eyes
In a threat that comes as no surprise
An expose of pearly lies for our paper hero
Open wide
Soon to be rendered obsolete
All you have belongs to me
Glamour pigs
Media whores
Let blood run like a waterfall
Toothy grins and limp handshakes
And pray to god your soul they take
Now we're done cheering your name
I'll sell you out
