I can't take this madness anymore
The doubt and incompetence leave me sore
You think you're so damn hot (you're not)
But you're nothing but a whatever (a nobody)

This string of bombs won't reach me
My passion is no longer your concern
My weapon in life is the spear
Narcissist

You think you're so good (you're not)
You think you're the man
You're nothing but a chump (a child)
You don't even know what you want

Get a clue, kid
You've already lost
Your dignity doesn't even exist anymore (lost, chump!)
Stand there sniffing that powder thinking I'll cover up your misery
You're a punk, a scoundrel, a madman, a weirdo
Get a grip

You think you're so good (you're not)
You think you're the man
You're nothing but a chump (a child)
You don't even know what you want

You think you're so damn hot
But you are not
But you're nothing but a whatever
Nothing but nobody

You think you're so good (you're not)
You think you're the man
You're nothing but a chump (a child)
You don't even know what you want

Get a grip, mothafucka
Grip

You think you're so good (you're not)
You think you're the man
You're nothing but a chump (a child)
You don't even know what you want

Get a grip, mothafucka
Grip