You're nothing but shit
till the day you give and get
nothing in trade
Get a little shame on you
before smacking your face
against the wall you made
You can be the best in town
but you'll never be
somebody around
I'm living, leading
In the top a ceiling
There's nothing you can
Throw to break me
You're worth shit
Not even a bit
You smell like dust
You look like lust
I'm changing religion
don't believe I'm god anymore
And now that the devil turn you down
You're praying to heaven
A form of cultural prostitution and social suicide
