| Your mind tells you that you’ve lost your confidence
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| You’re drifting and you don’t believe in anyone
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| To lose what little you have left to be proud of Afraid you can’t do this again, owww…
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| You said that nothing comes in between us And the way of getting things we wanted done
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| Then … a phobia helps you under it’s influence
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| Until you compromise your style
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| Everything about you has been one big charade
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| What will you do now that the well’s run dry
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| To sell-out all your friends and stab them in the back
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| It’s something that you are, something that I’m not
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| When you forced me into doing what you love
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| Mark my words no one loves you very much
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| And when you tried to change me and tried to replace me I couldn’t help but end the stay with you, mmmm…
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| Being in the front can only last so long
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| To watch you sit and stare as a child returns
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| To choke out the voice that told you money and the fame
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| Would fill the grave that you dug for yourself
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| Unlike you, I’m no vision to myself, lest you forget
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| You didn’t ever make metal, buddy, metal made you |
| To crush and roll over everyone along the way
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| Is something that you are, something that I’m not
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| A stranger to yourself, ha, you’ve pissed me off again
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| I won’t be driven by your needs anymore
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| What you’ve become to do or be is clear to see for me It’s something that you are, something I’m not
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| It makes me sad to hear you say you love me I know you only love what I can do for you
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| If you were the one that was leading a charge
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| Would you notice if I missed a day or two
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| We all laughed at the parodies that you’ve become
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| Now your paid, slowly payback has begun
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| So I send my resignation or in your words, betrayal
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| Before it gets much worse and you self-sabotage
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| Something I’m not
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| Something that you are
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| Something I’m not… yet |