Wretched - Calloused lyrics

Artists watching artist, watch each other for the flag One shot into the air! Before we race to stab each other’s backs Will you climb the ranks? We’re all staring towards a sun of gold Without an inkling of what it is or what it’s worth Just instinct to succeed Can I shock you? I doubt it, you’re jaded Can I create the songs that I want? Two generations fight for attention Made of pure oil, nothing but standards For us to live by There shouldn’t be a waste of time Busy yourself, learn a trade And conquer this before your corpse is gone Feeding sh** into the ground In hopes that the forest will grow Producing copies of copies Until the pepper is not tasted The bite is totally gone The bite is gone Gossip, it all starts from the mouth Of a crooked traveling act Naive to the fact that music has no place for egos From the mouth Filth spills out No angel lives, his presence is missed Tripp, you still speak to me No angel lives, their presence is missed Tripp, you still speak to me! Enraged those comments exist Words from anonymous, soon you’re exposed Enraged that those comments exist I’ll hunt you down, when karma is void