Your Way Of Life

I wage war on your way of life

and every little thing that you are

I'll tear you apart piece by piece

until all that's left are the scars

Treat me like I'm diseased

when the only flaw is you

Fool of backwards morals

Bruises on the fruit

You spit falsehoods in my name

when I'm not around

I'm tired of your games

I'll knock you to the ground

I wage war on your way of life

and all that you're about

If you don't shut your mouth

I'm gonna knock you out

You act as if you're better

but we all know the truth

You're a spoiled little child

in a bad grown up suit

If your eyes were the window to your soul

your mouth would be your asshole