I don't have enough time in my schedule for you anymore Does this thought sound familiar? Like the time that I reached out my hand and uttered a word of respect That was my problem, respect, it was too much to ask of you If you could find time in your busy schedule of clothing Your mindless victims in the absolute nothingness that you have to offer
You may have noticed me cheering on your feeble battle Good luck Maybe one day you'll rise to the top of our great scene And maybe, just maybe, you'll glance back to laugh At those you crushed to get there, you coward You are such a coward, never again will I reach out my hand In respect of you, never you coward, you are such a coward