Lyrics: In Your Defense. Rumor Has It.

Someone has lost his way
He can't seem to please the onlookers
They're just waiting for a bite
Will their lure work this time?

Rumor has it that they only need
A victim of reasonable attributes
One withstanding manipulation for a while
Until they turn senile
Then the blood runs to the predators teeth
And their dick is sore from jacking off

I'm holding up on just the bare essentials, man
When was the last time I had a plan?
There's something more you know
Don't let them get a hold of your glow

The earth begins to shake
Out comes you quick to steer the
Car into the place where everybody shops
Where everybody hangs out
Where everybody needs to fit in