| Lyrics: | 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 |
