[Verse]
They light their torches claim they're right
Howling wolves in the dead of night
Pointing fingers while they burn it down
Hypocrisy runs in their veins
Preaching love but dealing pain
Circles spinning they wear the crown
[Chorus]
You’re no better than the rest
Spitting venom pounding chests
Mocking death like it’s a game
You wear a mask but it’s the same
[Verse 2]
Celebrate what they despise
Turn the tables still tell lies
Mirror cracked but they can’t see
Preach compassion but they sneer
Cheer for blood then disappear
A mob of saints with no mercy
[Chorus]
You’re no better than the rest
Spitting venom pounding chests
Mocking death like it’s a game
You wear a mask but it’s the same