But A Fleeting Illness Say Anything

[Verse 1]
Here we are, back to play the same old games
As if things never changed; the blood still tastes the same
Ash to ash, back to back, and dust to dust
You look so upper-crust, so rich with broken trust

[Pre-Chorus 1]
Can you hear your conscience crying?
Wash the fields of dead and dying
Ex-acquaintances
Joggin' over skulls and leg bones
Drown the crunch out with your headphones
If you're so rich, then pay for what you've done

[Chorus]
Under the influence, under the influence
Keep me off the road when you're around me, oh
Under the influence, under the influence
My love, you make me sick

[Verse 2]
There you are, a tool of their familiar game
Your lies still smell the same, your kind are still to blame
Upper class, this machine you built to last
Well, you'd better spend it fast: I'm about to break the spell you cast