[Verse 1] Didn't lift a hand Didn't move a line Watched the process Then threw in wine-stained words This is trash This is fake This is wrong Again and again Their anthem of nothing Sitting in the back row Loud enough to echo But empty enough to bounce [Chorus] Always something to hate Never something made Nothing in their name But full of flames No fix no build no better way Just noise Just gray [Verse 2] Never asked how Never wondered why Never tried But always knew What should've been What shouldn't be What doesn't feel like truth And when it moves When it dares When it's different It gets burned [Chorus] Always something to mock Never something to risk Nothing on the line But quick with the list Of what's wrong Of what's weak Louder than the ones who speak [Bridge] No sketches No scars No sweat in the dark But still So sure So sure They know art [Final Chorus] Always something to break Never something to build Lips full of sharpness Hands never filled With effort with heat With truth with will Just cold air And a bitter chill
