Phantøm

Sick of the noise
Sick of the noise and I’m sick of the hate
Sick of the mess, there’s so much on my plate
Don’t ever say I’ve been dead
So test my patience, 'cause all you wanna do is be a peasant
So slow your going, no one’s gonna miss you or your presence
No one’s going to miss your presence
Fuck that noise and fuck that hate
You’re not so tough when I smack your face
Gotta show that I know that I’m in my zone
I’m a legend in the making, no time for the fake shit
I fought for this for more than you could ever know (you should know)
I’m a legend in the making, no time for the fake shit
So fuck your bullshit and fuck your fake friends
This is the new devils music
Keep it quiet or speak in silence, this is the revolution
Feeling like I lost my soul
Feeling like I lost all hope
So keep it quiet or speak in silence, this is a revolution
I can’t say enough
So sick of living with no trust
Bring bags to the big boss
Lost track I was so lost
Won’t pay for the price of fame
I came from nothing