The Crows Are Hungry - Typecast

I’ll be watching and waiting on the side

That’s where you want me, I’ll wear my big fake smile

Go on ahead and use your so-call intellect, but you’ll never last

Collect the arrows and knives, you will never stand a chance

There’s a grave waiting for you on the other side

Your riches are meaningless, you influence won’t work

I’ll be watching and laughing on the side

That’s where you want me, I’ll draw a big fake smile

When you’re crawling, when your intellect destroys you

When the crows pluck out your eyes — how your influence betrays you

Go on ahead it’s worth your arrogance, go and get the prize

Your grave on the other side

They are watching, hovering above, waiting for you to fall and give up

You’re no loss — good riddance