Lyrics:

I'll throw you scraps
And talk the bad things
The language or the motive
Affected shown is

Self-imitating
Trust the dying breed
Yeah, the pitch I made has been

On my end
I trust in
What's left here
To lie is
Admired
You trust in
Without fear
You borrow

My world of one
Speak up the good things
The guidelines let me follow
Offense is borrowed

Self-imitating
Trust the dying breed
Yeah, the pitch I made has been

On my end
I trust in
What's left here
To lie is
Admired
You trust in
Without fear
You borrow