Cockoff!

By a show of hands
Who hates my band

When we showed up
We were what was hot
We never cooled off
We're going places you're not
No no no
No reason to explain
You talk shit to mask
Your face full of shame
Its so easy to lose
But we decide what is hot
We never cooled off
We're going places you're not

Just tell me how much it hurt
When you fell from this shit
And looked up to the peak
And we're reaching for it
Damn right I'm cocky
Fuck yeah I've got no shame

We've been fighting to get up
We've been fighting to make our name
Oh
They all come, they all disappear

They all come, they all disappear
And it's time that you realized
We are still fucking here
No need to apologize
No need to apologize
No need to apologize
No need to apologize

"I'm the antichrist, you got me in a vendetta kinda mood. You'll tell the angels in heaven that you never seen evil so singularly personified as you did in the face of the man who killed you"

We don't need respect
We know what we've done
So why don't you save face
We're just having fun