Too sautis (lazy), too self-involved
To live up to your fucking mouth
You think that we idolise
We all think you're a fucking clown

You lust, therefore, must
You've got no control
Feed your petty need
You've got no control

Kill the posers, they must die
Kill the scene 'cause you're a lie
I hate your band, I hate your face
You're a fucking joke, disgrace

You lust, therefore, must
You've got no control
Feed your petty need
You've got no control