Tired of talking about it to people who know Drop in the crowd and they'll leave it, they'll leave it alone Ask the imposter who lives on a velvety throne He'll tell you we're pretty, at least from the distance they love Give it a name and we'll go home and call it a day Tighten the locks on the chains that keep children at bay Ask the imposter who lives on a velvety throne They'll roll all the dice and divide up their old methadone You can spit and cry for all you want We've been waiting in hunger pain for months Smoke em if you got em Out of their hole running Act as if you're going out and let them fucking drown Cruelty's a bitch but so is being rich And we're not falling for it anymore than you're around You can spit and cry for all you want We've been waiting in hunger pain for months