TNG (feat. Cane Hill)

I've been beating my head Against concrete walls Think I'm losing my mind Does it matter at all? Old gods of vanity Try to leach of me I'm sick of decrepit kings Snakes in the industry Has beens, jaded, washed up Do this, do that, get fucked This is entertainment Die young; get famous We killl ourselves for free Cut off The snake at the head The evolutions begun Black hound First sign of death My teeth finally sink in I bet on my pack instead Fuck you, you'll never stop me Give me what's mine and crown us the new Gods Shell of what used to be Skin and bone Rotting teeth Why would I ever believe The money hungry Soulless fucking Mastermind of my demise You want to kill me off I've had enough Cut off The snake at the head The evolutions begun Black hound First sign of death My teeth finally sink in I bet on my pack instead Fuck you, you'll never stop me Give me what's mine and crown us the new Gods This is entertainment Die young; get famous We killl ourselves for free