my life in the knife trade

how many times have you noticed that our eyes never meet
from your judgment seat i can feel the anger for my very being
fill me in on when you became such a big part of my life
that i should bother with all your lies designed to bring me down
wrong again don't depend on any reaction again
i remember the icy walls that shot up from nowhere
and i can see every lie that you ever told yourself
you bleed me dry and i don't ask why but i'm left with the dust
judas kiss i dismiss thank you all for this i am untouched
wait again i'm not through with the screaming
i contend that you've got nothing better to do
trade my life for a barrel of gold
find someone else before i get too old
if i live my life for aesthetic gain will you repay me with all your shame
i can see every light inside your brain go on
every time i walk by for noise and whispers
your comfort in my suffering is no longer disturbing
i'm lost beyond your petty stopwatch in life's real time
don't get up i was leaving the room and when 
the door of your judgment swings back around again
maybe i'll stop to watch and i'll go on my way
i've seen quite enough of too many childish games
i'm ashamed of every moment that i ever gave them the time of day
all the worst of enemies are somehow always friends that used to be