Transference

No room for doubt, accusations one to ten You've got my number, you've got my number No wasting time, now, you've got me dialed I'm one hundred eleven less than perfection Pride has faltered now you're left crawling (keep your disease) Sealed lips will not cease the calling (your disease) Pride has faltered now you're left crawling (no shame) Sealed lips will not cease the calling Pathetic eyes, complimenting what's inside I've got your number, I've got your number So appalled as I watch you purge Now see if your fiction reads salvation Pride has faltered now you're left crawling (keep your disease) Sealed lips will not cease the calling (your disease) Pride has faltered now you're left crawling (no shame) Sealed lips will not cease the calling No room for doubt, no pity is deserved You've got my number, you've got my number Coincidence, you've assessed correct I'm one hundred eleven less than perfection Pride has faltered now you're left crawling (keep your disease) Sealed lips will not cease the calling (your disease) Pride has faltered now you're left crawling (no shame) Sealed lips will not cease the calling