Spy - Code Orange

Never thought it would happen again

Another smooth talker disguised as a friend

You sit among us but you cease to exist

Soaking it all in to spew from your lips

There’s always one of you in the corner

There’s always one of you at the door

We stomp and stomp and kick and crush

There’s always one of you on the floor

Spy

You don’t have anyone’s back

You aren’t on anyone’s side

The ends will never justify

The goods that have to die