Låttexter: CKY. As The Tables Turn.

As it all disappears... Can't you see that I'm sneering from ear to ear? I call it hardly a shame. No
consistency sustained. It's synthetic to take your own advice, but you can't avoid it. Now it's
dramatic to be your own disguise, when the butcher's hand is mine. There is no room to improve.
There's no demand for the product of your next move. Fuel you were using to burn, is charring you in
return. It's synthetic to take your own advice, but you can't avoid it. Now it's dramatic to be your
own disguise, when the butcher's hand is mine. Spare the world of speech. We're out of reach, as the
tables turn. No blood for the leech, as the tables turn. Spare the world of speech, as the tables
turn. Bad karma eats you alive. Contrived intentions will never be revived. Recalled to settle the
score, less of you is more. It's synthetic to take your own advice, but you can't avoid it. Now it's
dramatic to be your own disguise, when the butcher's hand is mine. Spare the world of speech. We're
out of reach, as the tables turn. No blood for the leech, as the tables turn. Spare the world of
speech, as the tables turn.