Feint Praise Lyrics - Chop Chop - Bell X1

I heap on feint praise 

It's never getting stronger 

No matter how much shit 

I throw 

For it is flawed and dangerous 

Hollow ringin' in my ears 

And the bitter aftertaste 

Like rust 

Yeah I make the nice and side step 

Anything to dance around a fight 

I need 

To say it loud 

For life is short 

And days filled with rictus smiles 

Are wasted and bring dishonor 

On this house 

No you must never squeeze the tea bag 

Leave it alone 

What 

Did it ever do to you 

Tryin' to be 

All things to all men 

You end up being 

None 

So no more 

Handwringing 

No more anything for an easy life 

Call it when I see wrong 

So when I am done 

And wheezin' 

On my last bed 

I won't wish I'd done something else instead