In The End

stuck on yourself, gacked out your mind

now who do u think u are?

cuz if u could see u would probably still be blind

u stab in the back & laugh at the face of inflicted misery

well i've news 4 u i won't be the fool in your game

the root of your evil began as a child

your strength lies in numbers of friends

but where will they be when your antics are dubbed out of style

it's easy 2 hide all the pain in your mask

it's plain 2 see u don't know who u are

the only excuse is u don't believe in yourself

where will u be in the end ( i don't know )

when there's no one left 2 offend ( where 2 go )

the ways of your world can' t pretend ( now i know )

cuz your days are about 2 end

shit talkin fool with no ambition with dreams turned 2 black & white

there's not much 2 leave behind, u got no real inspiration

the racism, hatred u're quick 2 exclaim they leave u 2 look like the clown

& this circus that u call life is leaving 2day

u've got no real deserves u've got no real respect

& guess who is laughing now

there's nothing left but remorse in the form regret