And when you loose control, you'll reap the harvest you have sown,
And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone,
And it's too late to lose the weight you used to need to throw around.
So have a good drown, as you go down, all alone,
Dragged down by the stone.
My favourite part in that song is this one...
You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to,
So that when they turn their backs on you,
You'll get the chance to put the knife in.