Sick Of It

Oh it's the high and mighty with their heads in the clouds

Weak in their spine but preachin' so loud

Moral pretenders with their wisdom on loan

Spewing the latest from the echo-phone

Posing as prophets with their so-called truth

But their knowledge is brittle shallow as youth

Oh fragile and flawless that delicate crew

Moral pretension with nothin' to prove

They play like they're righteous but empty inside

Just NPC actors along for the ride