So you want to be a [big] new rock star
so you want to drive a big black car
don’t you think we all know you
and yet you don’t have a fing clue
going to get my shot gun going to shoot you down
going to show you what it means to go all around
you seriously think you really got us fooled
I’m here to tell you you’re selling fake jewels
illusions of grander permeate your mind
deftones of New Holland ringing a rhyme
I’ll show you want it means to be a huckless law
think you know everything what do you really know at all
everyone’s laughing at you and you’re so blind
you really think you doing a favour you really think your kind
in the end when you die who’s really gonna care
no one in the industry thinks you even fair
go to sleep right now wake up in the morning
find a bloody horse in the dawn of New Orleans
we’re going to leave start our own revolution
goodbye and see you don’t drown in the ocean
everyone’s leaving will you know what to do
there is no balance is no reason or time of rhyme
hope you like your life hope you like your living
hope to hell I don’t see you hope to hell I’ll see you die [fry]
Operational [Obscene] Decadence
Welcome to my Face
Flowing
Freeform
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