Beneath

we’ve made our minds up
and there’s a price to pay
you can deceive everybody
but you’ve gotta lie in the bed that you make
oh, you buy yourself the privilege of authority
through which you tell us how to think
and show us what to be
without the slightest regard
for the psychopath you are
you’re not human
you’re a monster and a leech
oh, you say that you love me
where are the promises you made
where are our consciences these days
we bet our last good dollar on a dead horse
you can watch a total system failure from your front porch
can’t push me around
keepin' up that story with the same old line
even though you never justify
what you do but you keep us wanting
where are the promises you made
where are our consciences these days
we’ve made our minds up
and there’s a price to pay
you can deceive everybody
but you’ve gotta lie in the bed that you make
what do you take me for
everything that i wanted
everything that i need