Oh, I know you feel it too It's a new era Make some room You can bitch and moan But you can't ever knock me off my stride Whoa, no Have you been sniffing glue? Still attached to the things that we all outgrew? Now everywhere that I go I know that affluence will be my guide At least for the night Feels good, man I thinking I'm seeing me for what I am But who you are, I don't even wanna start Took a good plan But all those put me downs were secondhand Projecting smoke was clouding up my art What did we grow That wrapped us up in wire ohms? Thought I wasn't jaded, only smart What could we know That would save us from the throws of offering up Our souls for gold? I don't wanna do this just to leave empty-handed I don't wanna break my heart and end up alone Can we compromise in this great divide? Well I hope so 'Cause I know that you don't believe in me But I finally believe in myself No one does it like we do We're like the Sun when it's eclipsed by the Moon Throw your sticks and stones Let 'em hate us, baby, it's alright We'll be just fine If I take matters in my own hands, save me Or then I'm riding with the beast I could always go and clone that bonehead See my happiness increase You expect me to make amends? Take a shit in your brand new Benz Bought the plot while we're still not dead Fuck them, fuck you! Cough it up, bitch, spit out the phlegm Give the Saints a world to condemn Still believe you're a priceless gem? Fuck them, fuck you! You expect me to make amends? You expect me to make amends? You expect me to make amends? I don't wanna do this just to leave empty-handed I don't wanna break my heart and end up alone Can we compromise in this great divide? Well I hope so 'Cause I know that you don't believe in me But I finally believe in myself 911 and I'm running up with a gun I'm never fun 'cause I think I'm the chosen one A 5'4 Tom cruise jumps off of a bridge I never thought about how tall that is He took my, he took all my possessions Ruined all my progression, got down Down into depression He taught us all a lesson We're not conceding Just 'cause you're miserable Spitting image of a waste of space We're not conceding Just 'cause you're miserable Spitting image of the things you hate