You are dead to me
Play with the marks that you've taken
Sell them the dream, hope in a can
The way it was ain't the way it will be
The revenge worth getting is your head
The pawn becomes preacher, deception runs deeper
Profit off the past, is where I take a stand (x2)
So don't tell me stories of old hardcore glories
'Cause all that's gone, your edge and your band
So don't tell me stories of old hardcore glories
'Cause all that's gone, your edge and your fans
Chance after chance, all thrown away, what holds true...
Is my hate
Fuck you!
