Typecast The Crows Are Hungry
I'll be watching and waiting on the side
That's where you want me, I'll wear my big fake smile
Go on ahead and use your so-call intellect, but you'll never last
Collect the arrows and knives, you will never stand a chance
There's a grave waiting for you on the other side
Your riches are meaningless, you influence won't work
I'll be watching and laughing on the side
That's where you want me, I'll draw a big fake smile
When you're crawling, when your intellect destroys you
When the crows pluck out your eyes - how your influence betrays you
Go on ahead it's worth your arrogance, go and get the prize
Your grave on the other side
They are watching, hovering above, waiting for you to fall and give up
You're no loss - good riddance
