Sadistik Who the fuck you think you are walking like a superstar Squawking like you knew the part but you have got obtuse and lost (yeah) That chain is like a shiny noose you bought It matches with the newer car you've got to hide the bruise and scars You claim to be the king of hearts but never drew the card You can buy your liqour but can't drink up with your stupid talk Yeah you think you're fly, you're hot inside a few salons But your parachute is gone, this is where the music stops
Kristoff Krane Who the fuck you think you are walking like a superstar Past life burnt out - this is where the future starts Pseudo art will no longer be sold at the supermarket To define the poison's like the blood that flows through Lucifer Who you are, just a blemish, claiming you're a beauty mark My territory like Medusa - eight snakes through your heart (yeah) I mean the snakes ate through your heart Soft spots exposed every time you try to prove you're hard