You're sucking and craving For the spotlight and height You fall out the scene Cause' the stilts are too high The busted thieves They fall by the walls And loose the chance To get their name on the door
Want me to believe and greet your insecurity? Moulded disease, oh you're not worthy Should i conceive a field of inferiority? Go on 'till you bleed, no rest for the hungry
Créme de la créme Status on the rise again Social supremacy You're not my friend Sucking me for what you can Or taste your ignorance Rotten sewage, the stench, i smell from you
Grand illusions of god by their side Tasting the cream by licking the spire Dogs feed sadism when they kiss their feet Flipped out by fame And heading back towards the heat
