I live among the thorns in my flesh,
Camouflaged all around me.
They know no peace,
They have no joy,
Mischief to them is just a heartbeat away.


They thrust me in the back
When they know I'm not on my watch.
I can see their care is a glowing evil,
Shining through underneath.


But they are good at hiding it quickly,
The very incarnate of the devil.
Bro, call me anti-grace, call me lifedist,
Cause I ain't trusting nobody.


All you're telling me is lies,
All your caring is suspicious,
All your flattery is mockery.
I take note of them in my black book;
I've marked you all, one by one.


Just keep pretending like you really care,
Just keep giving me...