This Concept - 23.07 lyrics

2307 I'm getting sick and tired Of the same old sh** People taking us for a joke I want you to eat your words In hope that you choke, you choke Years spent mastering our craft While you waste away Twisting your tongue with Over opinionated dribble Spilling from your mouth Who's accomplishing more? You do the math Go ahead let your ego Grow a little larger You're not getting any f**ing smarter I'm done feeling like this For the things you have all done It's your f**ing problem from now on It should have been from the start I will be the one to put you in your place At least then you'll learn to grow the f** up You self centred c*nts Stop thinking your values are higher Than everyone else's You're just as human as everyone else You are not a god among men You are a pilgrim with a fake sense of pride