only thing you have is your fame to brag about
delusional, can't even gauge how bad it sounds
it's a game of cat and mouse
you signed on the dotted line, now you're afraid of backing out
hoping you can pass as an artist
I listen and think instantly of trash in the garbage
every single track is retarded
a slap in the face to real lyricists who sadly departed
but me? I use it as a path to catharsis
listen to the wrath that I harness
utilizing bits and pieces of my past and the carnage
ultimately results in tracks full of darkness
and rage, time flies, and now I'm half way to heartless
ready for war, holding an ax that I sharpened
no longer afraid, we all end up in a casket regardless