Lyrics:

A hierarchy
Spread out on the nightstand
The spirit of team
Salvation is another chance
A sore loser
Yelling with my mouth shut
A cracking portrait
The fondling of trophies
The null of losing
Can you afford that luxury?
A sore winner
But I'll just keep my mouth shut
It shouldn't bother me
But it does
The small victories
The cankers and medallions
They keep me thinking
That someday
I might beat you
But I'll just keep my mouth shut
The little nothings
It shouldn't bother me
But it does
If I speak at one constant pitch
At one constant rhythm right into your ear,

You still won't hear it (6x)