Confess
Arman Sanchez-Mohit, Joel Jaffe
So high on your horse now
You can't see the road, beneath your feet
You're looking down, on us all now
But you're afraid to look, at your own face
We can see through your lies
We've gotten wise
Don't you think it's time
To confess your crimes
Your words are empty but your wallet's full
Off the backs of those that you play for fools
Take a step back, take a step back
Look at yourself
No you ain't much better than the ones that you accuse
We can see through your lies
We've gotten wise
Don't you think it's time
To confess your crimes
You've got a weight attached to your twisted mind
How long until you realize
That we can see right through your silly guise
And all the shame behind your crusted eyes