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Lip Service

Smartbomb


Sometimes, I feel so mechanized.
my eyes are cauterized.
It seems like nothing's a surprise...
somebody wake me. Enter, your promise of success
But the value something less than this
When all you pay is lip service.
When you take over...I'm your pawn.
When I sober...you'll be gone. And I smolder.
Spare me the hollow compliment.
The spin on your intent.
Lamenting all the time you spent...
you have your reasons.
Motives are hiding in disguise,
but I see through your eyes,
and it's not the first time.
Time's up,
I'm here to shut you out.
You're not the only route.
Lip service can't pay for my doubts.