The neon sign reads, "lies, lies, lies"

Lightning whip strikes a hot red streak down the bottom of the hole in your head as it leaks, I say one more thing that signifies me is a gun pointed to the sky intertwined with a fist. Who says we need another place to save face. Take it from my point of view, the human race sips wine with the swine as it chokes on our bones. God needs a witness to see things that are done under the table, and our leaders need a prison for themselves to bleed like he did for me. As you suppressed the truth. Tell me, if there's an echo in the room then what's the use? Has no one lied about it? Denial is the keynote speaker at your grave. Has no one lied about it? A peacock's feathers change all the time. Has no one died because of you? Beheaded and stoned like a kid with no home. Like a rat in a subway tunnel crushed by the throne. Yeah! Bring it around and knock 'em all down. The circle of life = the circle of death. Yeah! Bring it around and knock 'em dead. We're runnin' on empty and you've got nothin' left.

So wait till the flowers all blow to the ground and the right to bear arms is a right to fall down.
I know what you're thinking and it starts with a letter E. E is for everything that you meant to me. I say, "What did they do to your colors this season?"
It seems they've faded into an old photograph and a deflated balloon. A majority decision to inject the whole room. A sound in the distance…like a blood stain on a wedding gown. The paint is peeling off the walls…I know what you're thinking. "When will the next train to prosperity arrive?" And will I have a ticket to ride or hide from the bullet in my back. Shot from my own gun. So tell me for the last time…Has no one lied about it? Denial is the keynote speaker at your grave. Has no one lied about it? Please tell me…Has no one died because of you? Come on! Yeah! Bring it around and knock 'em all down. The circle of life = the circle of death. Yeah! Bring it around and knock 'em dead. We're runnin' on empty and you've got nothin' left. (x2)

So we bid you farewell. We'll see you in hell. No more games. Your panicked face…will be met with a wall of flames.