Hidden behind a trend, you let yourself become so weak, so fucking insincere. Spitting on what you were, on what I'm still proud to be.
You sold the edge out, of course. It wasn't in your trendy plans. The best is that you sold your soul out for being what we used to blame.
And now you tell me I'm too hardcore.
…so I'm just out of time
You were worng form the start.
You thought you could leave it, you thought it was your trend.
You wer worng
This is family. XXX