Wretched
Calloused
Artists watching artist, watch each other for the flag One shot into the air! Before we race to stab each other’s backs
Will you climb the ranks? We’re all staring towards a sun of gold Without an inkling of what it is or what it’s worth Just instinct to succeed
Can I shock you? I doubt it, you’re jaded Can I create the songs that I want?
Two generations fight for attention
Made of pure oil, nothing but standards For us to live by There shouldn’t be a waste of time
Busy yourself, learn a trade
And conquer this before your corpse is gone Feeding shit into the ground
In hopes that the forest will grow
Producing copies of copies
Until the pepper is not tasted
The bite is totally gone The bite is gone Gossip, it all starts from the mouth
Letras de cancionesOf a crooked traveling act Naive to the fact that music has no place for egos
From the mouth
Filth spills out No angel lives, his presence is missed Tripp, you still speak to me No angel lives, their presence is missed
Tripp, you still speak to me! Enraged those comments exist
Words from anonymous, soon you’re exposed Enraged that those comments exist
I’ll hunt you down, when karma is void
From Letras Mania