They call me destroyer life's a battlefield and you're on the ground you talk sh** you get hit you're just a b**h with no reason to be proud we are everything that you wanted to be watch your language when you're talking to me you're f**ing fake OOH you talk big sh** for someone so f**ing small you'd say it to my face if you had any balls you're the kind of person to go and lie to all your friends we all know that you have f**ed up means to f**ed up ends I'm tired of all your bullsh** hope you die I hope you rot good luck on starting another band while I climb to the top I'm a f**ing warhound you're a stupid f**ing kid quit denying all the sh** we know you f**ing did you turn your back on others the second they are not around you're lucky someone hasn't just driven you're face into the ground if it were up to me id rather see you drown you're a self entitled prick you're existence makes me sick and if you were to die today no one would turn the either way you're a self entitled prick you're existence makes me sick you're a self entitled prick you're existence makes me sick I would rather see you drown