Who’s gonna be in charge when you’re gonenWho’s gonna dictate when I’m wrongnI’m sure your silent authority still haunts my thoughtsnBut once weighed in the balance, we both come out with lossnnYour anger is a tool for menTo help me fix this hate in mennSo keep telling yourself you’re rightnI bet no one will bat an eyenBut deep down in your stomach, your lies will start to rotnAnd once weighed in the balance, we both come out with lossnnYour lies don’t mean that much to menI hope they boost your self esteemnnGo ahead and put your hand upon your chest and tell me nownTell me can you feel it yetnAnd when you realize your hearts got no beat leftnYou can hold yourself in a state on contempt