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Envy is the currency to merchants in the gossip trade

Exiled we dwell, rejected by their childish wealth

Come see what's in store, Just hold back your tongue so forked

Sterilize your mouth

They dig their graves always so much deeper

Ride the coattails of those adored

Spin your webs while you speak your evil

And shoot yourselves in the foot once more

This little black sheep's got the wolves running scared

My function leads to your finale

Reckon, before you heed the ramblings of a fool

Long live the ghosts of my anomie

Take your masks off

Three faced bastards

Rumors renowned

Talk of the town

Fated by your loyalty, into the river you will wade

Led by the piper, persuaded by his masquerade

You'll see what's in store, brainwashed by the tongue so forked

Sterilize your mouth

This little black sheep's got the wolves running scared

My function leads to your finale

Reckon, before you heed the ramblings of a fool

Long live the ghosts of my anomie

Take your masks off

Three faced bastards