The first blow was thrown through a microphone; the comment was simple and universally known. Nonexistent credentials, coupled with angst and a pencil, now everyone looks like a bizkit, now they’re rich and successful. I could take the same six words and repeat that shit all day, but I have more important topics that I can say. I defile the Park after I step on the Roach, ripping off each other, all your anger’s a joke, put a pretty face behind a catchy beat, and anyone can sell a million fucking CDs.
I don’t watch MTV, cause I know what’s gonna be on, humming along, they don’t belong, over the same song. Another Disturbed guy that’s been smacked by god, another dreadlocked conformist inside a mind warped POD, a moldy vegetable that’s been served too much, the first meal was good, but then it lost it’s crunch. Remember the days when there was poem in song? I hope those days come back, cause it’s been too long.
How many of you can stand on your own? Do you even know how to walk alone? Don’t look now, but I think your cover’s been blown, Once you’ve bled the stone dry, then just walk home. How many of you can stand on your own? Do you even know how to walk alone? Don’t look now, but I think your cover’s been blown, once you’ve bled the stone dry, then just walk on home.
You had your time, now the time is mine!
You had your time, now the time is mine!
Shining light on the sky, in the night, at first flight, others like us exist, but don’t appear at first sight. Once our presence is felt, they’re so quick to fade away. Let it go, there’s no hope, you have no reason to stay. Like students suckling at the feet of their master, I’ll school you faster than when your CD fell off last year.
You had your time, now the time is mine.
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