Our eyes are on you, you have our attention, But you're wasting our time because your words have no message A chance to make a difference and you've thrown it away You speak so many words but you've got nothing to say
We're over the bullshit What's the point of art if it's got no substance? We see through the gimmick Hardcore's about heart, and you're not doing it justice
Rehearsing your moves to fit the fucking mold The gimmick is over you're played out and old Mosh calls and breakdowns, that's all that you play You're stealing the stage from bands with something to say
We're over the bullshit What's the point of art if it's got no substance? We see through the gimmick Hardcore's about heart, and you're not doing it justice