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You, yeah you, yeah you.
You got a cardboard cutout soul.
Just a powertripping, mindtraping, backstabbing, junkie,
thinking your hype is true.
You, yeah you, yeah you.
Respect ain't a word you know.
You're just a fabricated lie, that doesn't exist.
Dropping names where ever you go.
Life's Phoney Smiles And Fake Hellos.
The Hardcore rush, of watching heads role.
As I dig your grave and kill your lifeless stare,
Fuck yourself for all I fucking care.
You, yeah you, yeah you.
Thinking you know it all
35 years old with a wife and two kids,
still living in your mothers home
You, yeah you, yeah you.
You're a sellout and a social whore
You'd sell your mothers soul just to get ahead.
A disease down to the core.
Life's Phoney Smiles And Fake Hellos.
The Hardcore rush, of watching heads role.
As I dig your grave and kill your lifeless stare,
Go fuck yourself for all I fucking care.
(solo)
You, yeah you, yeah you.
I haven't figured what it is you do.
Just a no talent nothing with a ten ton ego,
untill your 15 minutes are through.
You, yeah you, yeah you.
A conscience deaf and blind.
Well I'm driving, the hearse without remorse,
killing you and your kind.
Life's Phoney Smiles And Fake Hellos.
The Hardcore rush, of watching heads role.
I dig your grave and kill your lifeless stare,
Fuck yourself for all I fucking care
- Album:
- The Catacombs of the Black Vatican
- Unblackened
- Miscellaneous
- Order Of The Black
- Skullage
- Shot To Hell
- Kings Of Damnation: Era 1998-2004
- Mafia
- 1919 Eternal
- Hangover Music Vol VI
- The Blessed Hellride
- Stronger Than Death
- Book Of Shadows
- Sonic Brew
- Alcohol Fueled Brewtality Live
- Song Remains Not The Same
- Non-Album Releases
- Ozzfest Live 2002
- The Song Remains Not The Same
- Catacombs of the Black Vatican (Deluxe Edition)