Butcher’s Mouth Emery

I've got a way of finding out what you said
But I want to hear it from the butcher's mouth
I've got a way of freaking out all your friends when I'm just talking out loud
But it ends me when I can tell that I've become the person I can't take, that I hate
A person so much like you

I've got a way
Your jealous eyes, with reckless pride, feasting on the wealth
I've got a way
This little click, brick by brick, has turned upon itself

You're a broken record repeating these vanities
Over and over again

You find your words and made them work for you
And trust me, people will drink them in
The absence of a witness, no one to see this
Hid your affection for self-obsession and the greed
But now it's back to your, back to your needs

I've got a way
Your jealous eyes, with reckless pride, feasting on the wealth
I've got a way
This little click, brick by brick, has turned upon itself

You're a broken record repeating these vanities
Over and over
The same old story