I see you moving your mouth There's no sense coming out You pretend to care for everything you fucking read about So what's the flavour of the week? Which way to the flock of sheep? Forever biting the hand that feeds You offer resentment like you're fucking God When you're gone for three days you'll just be forgot Your seconds of fame leave as quick as you came and when the jokes on you You give and not take Look at all the people that you've taken for a ride You're out for blood, leaving all sense behind No facts or no truths here, your justice is blind You signal your virtue, well you're fucking fake Next week when it's over, you'll start over again No actions for words, no means to your end So sick of your bullshit, you're a waste of breath You're out for blood When you stand for nothing, you'll fall for anything When you stand for nothing, you'll fall for anything When you stand for nothing, you'll fall for anything You stand for nothing, just shut the fuck up Just shut the fuck up