Who the hell gave you the permission To play what i wrote? You don't even understand it, You're just a bad joke. You're mass produced. You leave in my tongue the taste of the end. You're mass produced. The end of (the) scene you proudly talk about. You are immoral motherfuckers. You think our project's your catwalk? Living-slogan, you're a headline With no sense. fuck you! Did your mom understand the Patch she sewed yesterday? The t-shirts she bought yesterday? There's more ink in your arms than In the songs you'll never write. Does your hairdresser know what hardcore means? Where will you get some more cliches? You are just a lame stereotype. Do you think our project's your catwalk?