Calloused - Wretched

Artists watching artist, watch each other for the flag

One shot into the air!

Before we race to stab each other’s backs

Will you climb the ranks?

We’re all staring towards a sun of gold

Without an inkling of what it is or what it’s worth

Just instinct to succeed

Can I shock you?

I doubt it, you’re jaded

Can I create the songs that I want?

Two generations fight for attention

Made of pure oil, nothing but standards

For us to live by

There shouldn’t be a waste of time

Busy yourself, learn a trade

And conquer this before your corpse is gone

Feeding shit into the ground

In hopes that the forest will grow

Producing copies of copies

Until the pepper is not tasted

The bite is totally gone

The bite is gone

Gossip, it all starts from the mouth

Of a crooked traveling act

Naive to the fact that music has no place for egos

From the mouth

Filth spills out

No angel lives, his presence is missed

Tripp, you still speak to me

No angel lives, their presence is missed

Tripp, you still speak to me!

Enraged those comments exist

Words from anonymous, soon you’re exposed

Enraged that those comments exist

I’ll hunt you down, when karma is void