Double Standard

(Verse 1)

You sit on a mountain of words you don’t keep

And look down on everyone else while they sleep

You’re drafting a contract you’ll never sign

While pulling the markers right over the line

A beautiful lecture, a flawless design

But your actions are souring like cheap, heavy wine

You point out the splinters in everyone's eye

While hiding the log that you use as a lie.

(Pre-Chorus)

(Guitars start to chug, building tension)

The louder you talk, the less that you say

You throw out the rules when they get in your way

You want a disciple, you want a facade

You're acting like you are some kind of a god.

(Chorus)

(Guitars explode into heavy distortion, crashing drums)

Practice what you preach! You’re such a hypocrite!

You’re selling a cure but you’re making us sick!

You stand at the top just to hand out the blame

But you run from the fire when it touches your name

Turn the mirror around, look at the split

Practice what you preach, you absolute hypocrite!

(Verse 2)

(Music drops back down to a heavy bassline and tight drum beat)

You’re always the judge, but you skip out on court

You alter the data to fit your report

You teach us about honor, you talk about trust

While leaving the people around you in dust

It’s an exhausting routine, a desperate show

But the cracks in the concrete are starting to show

You can’t keep on hiding behind what you write

When your shadow is turning completely away from the light.

(Bridge)

(No drums, just a low, feeding-back guitar riff and a rising vocal)

Rules for the rest of us.

Exceptions for you.

You scream for perfection in everything we do.

But the mask is disintegrating right off your face

And there isn't a backup to take its place.

(Vocal shifts to a raw, aggressive scream as the drums slam back in)

You don't follow the map! You just want the control!

You’re a hollow shell trying to swallow us whole!

(Guitar Solo - Messy, distorted, chaotic, high-energy)

(Chorus)

(Maximum intensity)

Practice what you preach! You’re such a hypocrite!

You’re selling a cure but you’re making us sick!

You stand at the top just to hand out the blame

But you run from the fire when it touches your name

Turn the mirror around, look at the split

Practice what you preach, you absolute hypocrite!

(Outro)

(Guitars ring out with heavy feedback, drums slow down to a heavy, sluggish march)

Just a hypocrite.

Nothing backing the talk.

Nothing behind the smile.

Step off the pedestal.

Practice what you preach.

(A final, heavy crash cuts off into ringing guitar feedback)