There's judges for criminal behavior
There are judges for our ****** nature
Judges for who we hate
Judges for who we befriend
Judges for the way we speak
Or don't
State it till the bitter end
Judges for our sense of style
Or lack thereof
Judges for how we succeed
Or fail
I know it was predictable
You didn't need it in braille
Judges with burning eyes
Staring holes through us
While our epidermis begins to blister boil and bleed
Judges for money we handout
Or when we have our hands out
When we've fallen on hard times or just on our hard heads
Can't even pretend
Not to be annoyed
Even if I had an official bright-eyed
Decoy carbon copy of myself
Just to follow me around
There's only one critic that truly matters
Take a look in your fun-house mirror
Dead eyes