Pounded by the righteous
  In the palm of the decadent
  Is something I don't wanna be
  So embrace your detriment
  Stop paying for the promises
  I know you don't wanna keep
  
  'Cos you know I loathe
  The condescending runaround
  Now I fold then you impose
  Another card to win the crown
  
  And I won't be there
  'Cos I don't feel it
  Feel it like before
  
  Judge and jury feared by the powerless and innocent
  The failed messiah wannabe
  Now trapped by the conscience or coincidence
  Either way I find it hard to believe