TNG

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 kill 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 kill ourselves for free