As the tide turns a fact still remains A second layer to the boy in distress My words are dedicated To your words Spoken in err If there is any justice you'll stagnate Always true to your malleable ethic Your apathy turns to cruelty Parading and showing off the darkness of your heart A razorblade handshake A projectile wave Kisses that strangulate An embrace that destroys The cruelty The decadence Noble on paper Or when it suits you best Hear the song without a soul Simple verse you spout Restrained and fabricated Simple lies through song Expressed in action your truth is eloquent You're always accountable You stink of guilt The truth recorded so when you change It'll follow you Noble on paper Or when it suits you best Hear the song without a soul A razorblade handshake A projectiile wave Kisses that strangulate An embrace that destroys The cruelty The decadence Noble on paper Or when it suits you best Hear the song without a soul