Hear this: a name. "Sell", Be the tolling of the iron bell That will render me All the prize it will cut these doubts right down to size And without this thing Without the drive just to make you see how I am striving to make a fist A voice if could just make you hear Make this all right And I'm Still Still calling Still... Still... Still calling Severed tongues and glowing eyes In a threat that comes as no surprise An expose of pearly lies for our paper hero Open wide Soon to be rendered obsolete All you have belongs to me Glamour pigs Media who*es Let blood run like a waterfall Toothy grins and limp handshakes And pray to god your soul they take Now we're done cheering your name I'll sell you out