I don’t know who you think you are, but I know just where you’ve been
You pissed on all your friends, you fucking sold them out
You’re the flavor of the week, you fucking sold us out
Talking shit like it’s going out of style, I will not suffer you
You live with false conviction, you’ll fucking sell out
You’ve overstayed your welcome
Don’t waste your breath with empty threats
Your blood is mine
You fucking sold us out
We are not a stepping stone for your business plan
You’ll break like glass and wash away like sand