No One to Follow (feat. Bartosz Jankowski)

Motherfucker You think you got a worldly wisdom But you ain't know a thing You're just a pussy in a corner Pulling string after string This song is not about the clowns But I guess it's still about one Said you doesn't cry that often Bitch now it's the fucking time All your words, all the judgments Those went all in vain You think you broke free from us But you just loosened our chain How many other people will you push aside If you just can't stand the fact that we have used to criticize Talking shit about the man that brought you only pain Bitch you don't know what's comin till you cross with me Said you got a smart conclusion from the journey we had May I suggest you one? No one is giving a shit You're still a fucking rat that never got out of cage You are not who you think you are That's why you won't handlе with me You punk Listen to us carefully and try to follow it You arе not a piece of art You're just the piece of shit We may have never deserved to be your fucking friends But still I think it would be best for us if we had never met Can you hear me? Can't you see through? Can you hear us? You're just a cunt noone betrayed you Painting yourself as the victim just to cover up the truth You are such an easy target I can see right through You think you got a worldly wisdom But you ain't know a thing You're just a pussy in a corner Pulling string after string Don't say a word about people You're worse than all of them Motherfucker "Hypocrite" should be your middle name You said your lines didn't have to be personal I now assure you that those are Called me by a lack of talent Now I'm calling you out I know you were looking down on me Cause you're a frightened cunt Took my last piece of asylum Because of a wrong decision You have tied my vision If you're so picky about friends They may go out of stock Glad you found at least one toady That acts as your swiss clock Pretending to be antichrist You think it makes you cool Go and look at your lap dog boy He was praying to a fool Mixing hardcore with grunge Turned out nothing but a blunder This shit died back with your idol Let me handle you a plunger If you're matching his style Besides buying the dye I think that quitting the game seems like it's worth of try I have showed you horror That will follow you For a more than month or two Try to speak about the hate Things you said about the rape You fucking psychopath We don't care about your views But I won't let you off this way Even if you'll slander me in public I will keep it all the same till end We are not your puppets But anyway you couldn't be our master These knots weren't loosen up with love This is our violent answer