As the Tables Turn CKY

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 charing 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 the speech, we're out of reach
As the tables turn
No blood for the leech, as the tables turn
Spare the world the 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