Smartbomb

Lip Service

Smartbomb


Sometimes, I feel so mechanized. 
my eyes are cauterized. 
It seems like nothing's a surprise...
somebody wake me. Enter, your promise of success 
But the value something less than this 
When all you pay is lip service. 
When you take over...I'm your pawn. 
When I sober...you'll be gone. And I smolder. 
Spare me the hollow compliment. 
The spin on your intent. 
Lamenting all the time you spent...
you have your reasons. 
Motives are hiding in disguise, 
but I see through your eyes, 
and it's not the first time. 
Time's up, 
I'm here to shut you out. 
You're not the only route. 
Lip service can't pay for my doubts.