You think that your opinion means shit
Better kill that ego
Before it swallows you whole
There's more to this art
That these motherf*ckers
Take for granted
Thought we were here to entertain you
It seems the roles are reversed
Keep spewing out a perspective
That you heard somewhere else
And everybody f*cking knows you rehearsed
We've heard it all before
We just don't care anymore
We can love what we love
In this world of expression
Everything is subjective
You keep talking
I don't know why you're talking
You keep talking
No one knows why you're talking
No one knows why you're talking
No one knows why you're talking
So shut the f*ck up about it
You can't get past what you started
Should have kept your mouth shut
Now everybody's jumping down
Your f*cking throat
We don't need greatest hits
Just need someone to feel it
So get back up on your high horse
And hit the f*cking road
You can't gouge out your mind's eye
But you make me wanna give it a try
And I can't imagine the person
That made you feel so superior
Leaving you without a threshold
For all of the trash
That flies out of your mouth
Do you lie awake at night
Plotting to exploit
Your childish rage
Waking up to comments
Of random people
Telling you to act your age
Telling you to act your age
When will you act your age
Are you twenty or twelve
Doesn't matter how old
Just take a look at yourself
A f*cking child that refuses to grow
So quick to throw judgement
With nothing to show
So shut the f*ck up about it
You can't get past what you started
Should have kept your mouth shut
Now everybody's jumping down
Your f*cking throat
We don't need greatest hits
Just need someone to feel it
So get back up on your high horse
And hit the f*cking road
Now your messin with a
A son of a bitch
A son of a bitch
A son of a bitch
It's not that serious