We’re Not Here to Make Friends

When sun sets on good intentions and artificial inspiration
You sign a DNR
You're gonna be a fucking star

Sidle up with condescension
Shaking hands for misdirection
"hey could you do a solid? we didn't come prepared."
"caught us unaware, and i gotta do my hair."

Altered egos, bloodshot eyes
Separate and ostracize
Throwing horns as you slip out the door

I'll play to no one, i don't care
We backed the right horse in the wrong year
Your manifesto, sing it loud and clear:

"we're not here to make friends. we're just here to win."