Too sautis, too self-involved to live up to your fucking mouth you think that we idolise we all think you're a fucking clown You lust, therefore, must You've got no control Feed your petty need You've got no control Kill the posers, they must die kill the scene 'cause you're a lie I hate your band, I hate your face you're a fucking joke, disgrace You lust, therefore, must You've got no control Feed your petty need You've got no control