I'm the sadist that reminds you of your blessing
And the reaper that takes them away
To a place where they can lay there
And wilt and rot away

And this cell's just as cold as you left
And I'm scratching the walls to escape it

Leave it to the cannibal now
Feed him what's left of us, the rest of us
Leave it to the cannibal now
Feed him what's left of us
The cunning wins again

I'm the glorified liar sending you sentiment
And then posing as the innocent
You don't know about ignorance or pain
But you said you could take it away

You call this inspiration
I call this a charade
Driven by institution, hell bent on cleaning the stain
I should grab all these cannibals
Lay them all in a straight line
And deny their requests for more, more, more