How does it feel, living on your knees? Empty and hollow, shallow and cold Can't even stand the sight of yourself
Born in the dirt, born in the gutter Times up and I'm calling you out People like you weren't built to last People like me were built to bring you down
A vision of everything I hate It's not blood coursing through your veins And I see that fake smile, from a mile away
Won't be led astray by your crooked system Down a dead end path That can only lead to my doom