Explosive ego, reluctant to learn
Out of focus, ready to blame
A purchased face worn well
Sure to turn, ready to hurt
That sense of pride more of mockery
Save the excuse, you're capable
Well throught layers of words
Without a gram of sincerity
How can you possibly think it's anough?
Don't ever seek reward
In what's not accomplished
Showers of oaths don't make bodies of water
Has anything been done for the sake of it?
You took part, you let go
A disgrace to all to oneself
The bottom shelf
That way of life more of a lottery
Save the escuse
