Like a gun in their mouth, with your hand on the triggernyou're desperately trying to get across the message that you want to delivernbut you're screaming at a wallnand your words will never get throughnwhen no one wants to hear the ugly newsnthat the sinners will always sin, and liars never tell the truthnthe weak always weep for themselves no matter what you'll donthe more sense that you try to make, the less they're going to understandnthey don't want to think too hard because it might ruin the partynso you're screaming t a wall, but your words will never get throughnand you want to beat it in to thier skulls but there's no good that will donbecause the sinners will always sin and liars never tell the truthnthe weak will always weep for themselves no matter what you'll donso fuck 'em