I wanna tell you all about a thing or two
The truth is hard my friend, it’s not alright
The idols that you praise are carved on you
You just forgot the past, you’re lost in time
The sacrifices in their name were made in vain
The winds of change will blow the fake saviors away
You better call your mother
There ain’t no cozy place
And you can’t complain
I don’t believe in heroes
They guide us to the grave
They don’t even know your face
The facts that you deny
Are right before your eyes
You spin the wheel again
The madness never ends
You better call your mother
There ain’t no cozy place
And you can’t complain
I don’t believe in heroes
They guide us to the grave
They don’t even know your face
