Sycophant

What brings you around again with dirty looks
And snide comments from an ever changing face?
Don’t you think you’ve proved your point?
We’ve heard it all before, excuses you leak to deceive
Growing lies that paint the picture

Of an overwhelming need to be the center of attention
Like a baby throwing fits
We’ll stand by to watch you dig your grave
And we’ll be laughing when you’re gone

What did you expect from the shit that left your mouth?
Did you think they’d swarm like flies consuming every word
Maggot disciples feeding on ever eager ears
Spreading your disease: A plagued sense of pride?
I’m going to be blunt, straight to the fucking point
I hate your fucking guts