We talked about making it
I'm sorry that you never made it
And it pains me just to hear you have to say it
You knew the game and played it
It kills to know that you have been defeated
I see the wires pulling while you're breathing
You knew you had a reason, it killed you like diseases
I could hear it in your voice while you're speaking you can't be treated
Mr.Know-It-All had his reign, and his fall
At least that is what his brain is telling all
If he said, help me kill the president
I'd say he needs medicine
Sick of screaming let us in
The wires got the best of him
and all that he invested in, goes
Straight to hell, Straight to hell (woah oh oh)
Straight to hell, straight to hell
He told me I should take it in, listen to every word he's speaking