It's a bit like a trip, but you hit it with a slip of a tongue
Like a whip, and we're sinking
It ain't cool to be cool, though you may think it a laudable tool
Of self evaluation, of ego cultivation
N' I'm rolling my eyes like the stones for the lies
Is it really all about the size or just a simple vice...
Oh, and it makes the news
Oh, cos it sings the blues
I feel the fire flare alight inside me
Higher so I can see
N' aspire to survive this fight in spite of
Liars and travesty
Oh fire