Still Ain't Shit

So our candidates of former authorized punk-rock guitarists
Yep, how does an authorized musician end up
Becoming a latent criminal

Beats me, I've heard of some cases
Where authorized people sue change
Most of the time they're artists
Who become consumed with their work

Things that allow strong feelings like art
Can be a good thing if they make you happy
If not they act almost like poison

Nothing has changed
I'm still the same
Alone in my room with my hand on the blade
Make no mistake

My heart's filled with hate
Got lost in the music, now bitch I'm insane
I never let a hoe cross Slen
No interest in love, yet they trust me
They said that my music disgusts them
And now I'm on top, they discuss me

Still numb to the pain
I will loosen these chains
And set myself free
I will not falter
Or succumb to altering my reality

There's no saving, there's no saving me
There's no saving, there's no saving me
There's no saving, there's no saving me
There's no saving, there's no saving me
There's no saving, there's no saving me

Nothing has changed
I'm still the same
Alone in my room with my hand on the blade
Make no mistake
My heart's filled with hate
Got lost in the music, now bitch I'm insane

There's no saving, there's no saving me
I never let a hoe cross Slen
No interest in love, yet they trust me
They said that my music disgusts them
And now I'm on top, they discuss me