You, yeah you, yeah you.

You got a cardboard cutout soul.

Just a powertripping, mindtraping, backstabbing, junkie,

thinking your hype is true.

You, yeah you, yeah you.

Respect ain't a word you know.

You're just a fabricated lie, that doesn't exist.

Dropping names where ever you go.



Life's Phoney Smiles And Fake Hellos.

The Hardcore rush, of watching heads role.

As I dig your grave and kill your lifeless stare,

Fuck yourself for all I fucking care.



You, yeah you, yeah you.

Thinking you know it all

35 years old with a wife and two kids,

still living in your mothers home

You, yeah you, yeah you.

You're a sellout and a social whore

You'd sell your mothers soul just to get ahead.

A disease down to the core.



Life's Phoney Smiles And Fake Hellos.

The Hardcore rush, of watching heads role.

As I dig your grave and kill your lifeless stare,

Go fuck yourself for all I fucking care.



(solo)



You, yeah you, yeah you.

I haven't figured what it is you do.

Just a no talent nothing with a ten ton ego,

untill your 15 minutes are through.

You, yeah you, yeah you.

A conscience deaf and blind.

Well I'm driving, the hearse without remorse,

killing you and your kind.



Life's Phoney Smiles And Fake Hellos.

The Hardcore rush, of watching heads role.

I dig your grave and kill your lifeless stare,

Fuck yourself for all I fucking care