Make that the bastards go away
They stab you in the back and watch you bleed
Cowards without hope in their sorry lives
No
matter what they to do they'll be never understood
Gossip they spread around
Tabloid paper for the masses
But keep it outside
my reach
Cause I don't f*****g care
Act like they are some kind of god
Arrogance written all over their faces
Not for once
they will criticize themselves
Unable to see their faults and learn from them
Specialized in comments
Graduated in
stupidity
Blinded by envy
Driven by frustration
Try to make it work for once and maybe you will find
That producing
instead of reducing is a better way to spend your time