You, yeah you, yeah you
Just a power-tripping, mind-raping, backstabbing junkie
Fuck yourself for all I fucking care
The hardcore rush of watching heads roll
You, yeah you, yeah you
You're just a fabricated lie that doesn't exist
A conscience deaf and blind
Thinking your hype is true
I dig your grave and kill your lifeless stare
Killing you and your kind
As I dig your grave and kill your lifeless stare
Still living in your mother's home
Dropping names wherever you go
You'd sell your mother's soul just to get ahead
Life's phoney smiles and fake hellos
You, yeah you, yeah you
I'm driving the hearse without remorse
Until your fifteen minutes are through
Thinking you know it all
Life's phoney smiles and fake hellos
Still haven't figured what it is you do
Life's phoney smiles and fake hellos
Just a no talent nothing with a ten ton ego
Thirty-five years old with a wife and two kids
The hardcore rush of watching heads roll
The hardcore rush of watching heads roll
You, yeah you, yeah you
You, yeah you, yeah you
A sellout and a social whore
Respect ain't a word you know
As I dig your grave and kill your lifeless stare
A disease down to the core
Fuck yourself for all I fucking care
