Calloused

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