I’ll see you when the tables turn
Come find me where the bowels churn
I burn
Trapped in a fictional wellspring
The same old doesn’t mean a thing
There ain’t no turning back from here
It keeps your senses dull
Don’t look out for number one
(Don’t look out for)
The tables turn
The tables turn
One-dimensional
Don’t look out for number one
(Don’t look out for)
The tables turn
The tables turn
One-dimensional
Come find me where the bowels churn
I am a heretic, I will be spurned
Stapled, chained, they got you hooked
Follow, living by the book
It’s only driven by your fear
And keeps your senses dull
There ain’t no turning back from here
A contract void and null
Don’t look out for number one
(Don’t look out for)
The tables turn
The tables turn
One-dimensional
Don’t look out for number one
(Don’t look out for)
The tables turn
The tables turn
One-dimensional
The tables turn
Feed the cannibals
We are a feast for the worms
As we return to the earth
Enjoy I guess
Mangled and oppressed
Enjoy I guess
Mangled and distressed
I guess
Enjoy I guess
