Taste is something that's, more often than not, taken for granted
But not by me
Dressed to the nines and ready to roll
With the creativity and overwhelming drive
To bury your aspiration-less life
I'm looking down on you, on't forget
I'm watching you and judging
You're convinced I think I'm better than you
Well you're wrong, I know I am
Nothing sells love like a mace
These tin snips will solve my problems
It's the perfect setup for the perfect coward
You were so busy vilifying me as a self-assurance
You never saw it coming, now it's too late
Coward, you'll know my face
As it's the last you'll ever see