Sycophant
I've seen a living nightmare
The faceless monster from my lucid dreams
He's never what he seems
A dead end road, no outlet
Selling your soul, your self-inflicting
Unforgiving purgatory
Such a fake, I see the smoke on the mirrors
A faint illusion of a true friend that was dear to me
Just a leech, just a fake, just a figure dear to me
Just put the gun in your mouth, load the bullet, pull the trigger
Your heart is desolate
You ran the river dry, you ran the river dry
Such a shame, childish games you always have to play
I'm fucking done with you but he's not done with me
He screams for help
Take me, I swear there's no way to save me
Thinking of giving up lately
'Cause I'm really starting to hate these voices
Take it from me; you'll stop listening eventually
When you see it's just blasphemy, oh
Take it from me; you'll stop listening eventually
When you see it's just blasphemy
You can try to cover up the lies, it's no surprise
I don't believe your petty alibis
I saw right through you the moment we locked dead eyes
I gazed into your soul as darkness consumed the light
I saw right through you the moment we locked dead eyes
I gazed into your soul as darkness consumed the light
Take me, I swear there's no way to save me
Thinking of giving up lately
'Cause I'm really starting to hate these voices
Take me, I swear there's no way to save me
Thinking of giving up lately
'Cause I'm really starting to hate these voices
Vultures that sit back with their hands wide open
The sycophant that feeds on me
That feeds on me
That feeds on me
The faceless monster from my lucid dreams
He's never what he seems
A dead end road, no outlet
Selling your soul, your self-inflicting
Unforgiving purgatory
Such a fake, I see the smoke on the mirrors
A faint illusion of a true friend that was dear to me
Just a leech, just a fake, just a figure dear to me
Just put the gun in your mouth, load the bullet, pull the trigger
Your heart is desolate
You ran the river dry, you ran the river dry
Such a shame, childish games you always have to play
I'm fucking done with you but he's not done with me
He screams for help
Take me, I swear there's no way to save me
Thinking of giving up lately
'Cause I'm really starting to hate these voices
Take it from me; you'll stop listening eventually
When you see it's just blasphemy, oh
Take it from me; you'll stop listening eventually
When you see it's just blasphemy
You can try to cover up the lies, it's no surprise
I don't believe your petty alibis
I saw right through you the moment we locked dead eyes
I gazed into your soul as darkness consumed the light
I saw right through you the moment we locked dead eyes
I gazed into your soul as darkness consumed the light
Take me, I swear there's no way to save me
Thinking of giving up lately
'Cause I'm really starting to hate these voices
Take me, I swear there's no way to save me
Thinking of giving up lately
'Cause I'm really starting to hate these voices
Vultures that sit back with their hands wide open
The sycophant that feeds on me
That feeds on me
That feeds on me
Credits
Writer(s): Zachary Johnson
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