This place isnt meant for people like you Spouting ideals for your fans to consume Youre insignificant, like an ant in the midst of elephants Youre all the same You know you wont last forever Youre all the same A flavor of the week is how youll be remembered Youre all the same Pulling your socalled burdens off of your back, throwing them overboard along the rest Ignoring the pioneers, insulting your peers Did it feel good to get that off your chest? Dragging us miles and miles through the mud, our faces battered and bruised Well pick ourselves up out of the hole that you dug, reaching and clawing to pull you under The tides will turn, and justice will be served Selfrighteous isnt a term saved for the religious The tides will turn Justice will be served, while I carve you to pieces with my words Your legend will fade No one will remember your name You know you wont last forever Youre all the same A flavor of the week is how youll be remembered Youre all the same No one will remember your name
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