You're not even a "has been"

You're a "never was"

You're a "never will be"

And it's all because

When push came to shove

I was pushed too far

Who do you think you are?

All my friends are dead

And I'm still standing.

Someone like you

Could never live like me

Reckless and self-destructive

We are the industry.

It's hard to stomach the fact that you exist

I live under your skin

I hope you hear this song

And it makes you sick.

We reached for the crown

We didn't invent the wheel

But we'll run you down.

All my friends are dead

And I'm still standing.

In the end all you have is yourself

And everyone you think you know

Is busy rotting in hell.

In the end all you have is yourself

And everyone you think you know

Is busy rotting in hell.

I'm still left standing

I'm still here standing.

Oh...

Fuck you.