Lyrics
(Bastards can rise hard)
Sugar-coated dreams with the artificial face
Everybody's chasing, but they don't know how to race
I will tie my shoes, gotta keep it to my tempo
I say fuck it, have some fun, for me it's 'bout the mental
How many things in the basket until you'll feel 1%?
Metal on your neck, low ego, who you represent?
Is your time on this planet Earth really worthily spent?
This system pulls you in like a black hole, like they give a cent
Artificial state, overpowering the day
Everybody's scared when they really have to pay
My foes are my friends and my friends are my foes
Things are getting heavy, they'll be heading to Mars
Hold your thoughts
Gotta keep your head high, heart like ice
Simple force
When they don't like, imma show you the boss
You know what?
When the opportunity comes, do it with style, bring the sauce
No matter the cost
Go like a snake
You think you the cat, but you keep chasing your own tail
Be so cool and fuck the night butterfly in the motel
Bring all the guns, 'bout to empty your shells
This the murder scene, that makes a street gang ring a bell
Bout to get so high, they'll need a ship to get you down
Nothing more can you do in this all-metal town
It's like you are alive but you are out of the realm
A place where you speak raw emotions in ultrasound
Sugar-coated dreams with the artificial face
Everybody's chasing, but they don't know how to race
I will tie my shoes, gotta keep it to my tempo
I say fuck it, have some fun, for me it's 'bout the mental
How many things in the basket until you'll feel 1%?
Metal on your neck, low ego, who you represent?
Is your time on this planet Earth really worthily spent?
This system pulls you in like a black hole, like they give a cent
Artificial state, overpowering the day
Everybody's scared when they really have to pay
My foes are my friends and my friends are my foes
Things are getting heavy, they'll be heading to Mars
Hold your thoughts
Gotta keep your head high, heart like ice
Simple force
When they don't like, imma show you the boss
You know what?
When the opportunity comes, do it with style, bring the sauce
No matter the cost
Go like a snake
You think you the cat, but you keep chasing your own tail
Be so cool and fuck the night butterfly in the motel
Bring all the guns, 'bout to empty your shells
This the murder scene, that makes a street gang ring a bell
Bout to get so high, they'll need a ship to get you down
Nothing more can you do in this all-metal town
It's like you are alive but you are out of the realm
A place where you speak raw emotions in ultrasound