Sycophant Lyrics

Pity's a dying scene
And soon it will mean nothing

Blackened cloak you bear
Masks your cold blank stare
But now it becomes so clear
That you're without a prayer
It becomes so clear
It's you that I despair

There's no where left to run
There is no one left to con (you fuck)
No one left to con

A killer with a smile
A heart of coal
A man defiled
Too bad gutless chic
Ain't back in style
Kiss all that confidence goodbye
How does it feel?
Sinking one last time
And now
All those lies you can't deny
How does it feel?
Sinking one last time
For the last time

There will be no forgiveness
You'll rot, you sycophant
There will be no forgiveness
You'll rot, you sycophant
You'll rot, you sycophant