Paroles de Feint Praise

I heap on feint praise That's never getting stronger No matter how much shit I throw For it is flawed and dangerous Hollow ringing in my ears And the bitter aftertaste, like rust Yeah, I make the nice, and sidestep Anything to dance around a fight I need to say it aloud That life is short And days filled with rictus smiles Are wasted, and bring dishonor On this house You must never squeeze the teabag Leave it alone What did it ever do to you? Trying to be All things to all men You end up being none So no more hand-wringing No more anything for an easy life Call it when I see wrong So when I am done and wheezing On my last bed I won't wish I'd done something Else instead