You don't know
What is real
You just feel
envy of what I feel
Your lies are
Your better gun
You are
a bastard son
Open your mouth
And shoot me again
Hope to raze
Always remains
Your lies are
Your better gun
You are
a bastard son
You don't have
something real
You just have
shit around you
I say fuck (you)
For people like you
We say fuck (you)
for people like you
They all say fuck (you)
for people like you