You don't know
What is real

You just feel
envy of what I feel

Your lies are
Your better gun

You are
a bastard son

Open your mouth
And shoot me again

Hope to raze
Always remains

Your lies are
Your better gun

You are
a bastard son

You don't have
something real

You just have
shit around you

I say fuck (you)
For people like you

We say fuck (you)
for people like you

They all say fuck (you)
for people like you