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.