The Spanish Dagger

Well stop cashing me in for a thin line
 You're right on track, jack to know what it feels like
 To lose more than you've ever gained
 Charges pending further investigation
 You've got to expect that you're falling from graces
 Rehearsing all your persona will need
 When you're front-page fighting for your dignity
 I almost taste the the irony
 How fiction replaces history
 Use daunted glow to light your page
 You say those feelings of doubt
 Will never cut across your mouth
 I know that Socrates and impurities
 Are getting you down
 You'll take all they've got to get your fill
 Your time is running out
 You're getting carried away
 No one cares about your fame
 I see the dagger in your name
 Deny your roots for future rain
 For future reign
 Add one more kill to raise your worth
 It's so sad
 Because it's all the truth you have
 Trade breath
 For gold
 There's no Armageddon
 When pranks are there to relieve you
 Why prevent yourself
 Take wealth from someone else
 Dare to incite yourself
 When you're your only foe
 You're carried away
 Nothing's real about your fame
 I can see you drown in your own wake
 So pale, so thin you'd float away
 I see you trying so hard
 So no one will ever take your place
 When you feel the dagger brush your face
 I deny myself what I can take
 When I can wait
 Incriminated
 Your teeth still shine over the suffering
 Deceiving trade
 But the blade will shine