It can't be put any other way Let us cut right to the chase I've got nothing but a fist for you This power is of flattening truth No compassion for the kind of horseshit you pantomime It is your kind, which make me sick Nothing learned, life unlived All the minutes burned, the years ran by Your life's a complete waste of skin, and time Devoid of passion, your weakly way is done Without suspecting when the end would come Your lack of instinct makes you singled out Thin the heard, what survival is all about Surviving enormous odds, the greatest truths shall bleed out Impossible to suppress, ushering you to your death Nothing ventured for nothing gained A dead end road you chose to take Motivation of a slug, intelligence of a rock Crumble under the weight of the lies, or dig deep into the mountain of truth Extract embers of the purest heart Nothing more devastating to these lies Nothing ventured for nothing gained A dead end road you chose to take Motivation of a slug, intelligence of a rock Crumble under the weight of the lies, or dig deep into the mountain of truth Extract embers of the purest heart Nothing more devastating to these lies I've got nothing but a fist for you This power is of flattening truth