I'll concern myself with your opinions
I'll consume myself with superstition
Just another page of your sensation
Now
And condone me
Yeah yeah yeah
Writings on the wall and I'm the author
Type your poison and kill all my reason
Breaking news of course it's our creation now
And condone me
Yeah yeah yeah
I'm your servant
Chained and branded
I'm your puppet
Strings are twisted
Take thy beak from my heart
And condone me
Yeah yeah yeah
I'm your servant
Chained and branded
I'm your puppet
Strings are twisted
Take thy beak from my heart