Late night, toy trucks, go hard Paid in, mirage authority
Stay gold Rage hard through the dark Rage on it
Brutal silence Pay with your soul For all that shits worth
Get back on all fours because you earned it Better get the gun Put it in your mouth You, so owned Crying in the filth Crying in the Sun Owned by the sleepy one, so owned
For things seem to come too easy For once you realize the mirror that reflects the despised No solace in yourself just constant boredom Cattle-prod yourself to the right pain by the sleepy one Comprise this sage hypocrite back in your face
Owned
Paroxysm raging you on Pray that you are entitled
Collect the demons Collect the traces of silent wars
Just stay gold Rage hard through the dark Rage on it
Brutal silence Pay with your soul Get back on all fours because you earned this
