house of rats

Who the fuck do you think you are?

You're always judging me
I'll never be the person you want me to be
I'm not a puppet you won't pull the strings
You can't control everything
Rotten to the core
Always wanting more
Who I am isn't something that you can afford
That you can afford

I would rather be the outcast
Than a slave to the upper class bitch
I would rather be the outcast
Than a slave to the upper class

You can save your self righteousness
You're no better than the rest
The soapbox you stand on
Is made of fractured glass
And there's no room left here
In your house of rats
There's no room left here
In your house of rats
Why can't you face the facts?

You have made your bed
And that is where you'll lay
A pathetic piece of shit every single day
Petulant like a child
That don't get its way
A heavy head of gold
But with feet made of iron clay

Nothing but a pawn inside the game you play
Nothing but a pawn inside the games you play

I don't know what it's like to be given
A silver spoon in my mouth
I scratch and claw for a living
While you sit inside the mansion thats becoming your prison
So you be the hammer
I'll be the nail
And at the end of the day
What's that tell you about your
Worthless fucking self?

Face down
On the concrete
Where the curb and your crooked teeth meet
If you're gonna talk shit
You best come correct bitch
Or feel this boot on the back of your neck
Haha

The wise words
Of a hypocrite
Sowing seeds of
Discontent