A Simple God Complex Lyrics

Force the hand you might be forced to see

The fakes and the liars, the vacancies

No good turn ever goes unpunished and no good deed is ever repaid at full price

Whining, defeated, insipid shit, is this what it's come to? Is this it?

Two good wings and one false prayer, a shrunken head with a shrunken halo

If I told you to pick a card would you know which one to discard?

Are all choices so fucking hard? Feels like I'm my own fucking god?

As I pace another hole in the floor, I grit my teeth and I try to ignore

The warning signs are so bright and clear, isn't it so simple?

If bullshit was against the law, you'd be serving double life and more

It's said all good things must come to and end but for you the only good thing will be the end

Whining, defeated, insipid shit, is this what it's come to? Is this it?

Two good wings and one false prayer, a shrunken head with a shrunken halo

If I told you to pick a card would you know which one to discard?

Are all choices so fucking hard? Feels like I'm my own fucking god?

As I pace another hole in the floor, I grit my teeth and I try to ignore

The warning signs are so bright and clear, isn't it so simple?

If I told you to pick a card would you know which one to discard?

Are all choices so fucking hard? Feels like I'm my own fucking god?

As I pace another hole in the floor, I grit my teeth and I try to ignore

The warning signs are so bright and clear, isn't it so simple?