Seller's Market

I'm sick of this I'm tired of all the bullshit I don't care who the fuck knows who I want to read between the lines But the scared look in your eyes The only truth I will find We all know where you come from And to be honest we don't fucking care Your life of privilege no more silver platters Where the fuck will you be When all your scams clear the air? And I know there is something else to all of this Every broken promise just another dollar well spent Kissing ass sucking up your arrogance makes me ill And now I'll defend to the death this dream you're trying to kill And I know there is something else to all of this Every broken promise just another dollar well spent And if I listen to you I would only doubt myself Are you trying to pollute us with your ego? I hope we meet in hell We will meet again in hell Straight to hell I'm sick of this I'm tired of the bullshit I don't care who the fuck knows who I want to read between the lines But the scared look in your eyes The only truth I will find We all know where you come from And to be honest we don't fucking care Your life of fiction you're so fucking clever How many fucking excuses do you want us to hear? Straight to hell