I'm starting to let things slip

I'm starting to let things slip in

Like water through an open window

Like leeches sucking at our skin

These maggots always have their say

These cowards always have to win

These has-beens love to grasp at straws

They feed the selfish beast within



Out with the old, in with the new



You've misused your influence

You've confused our congruence for cluelessness

Now it's your turn to pay for it

Broken bodies to match your six month friendship



Out with the old, in with the new means



The death of your bully mentality

The death of your mentor hypocrisy

The death of your political strategy



Thinners of the herd

You have nothing left for this world

It's time to shed your skin (show your sin)

The broken selfish scum within

Now you pay for all you did

Gun to head

Kill the creator