You don't know shit
So what are you asking
In the game for
A little distraction
A little eruption
Someone to nuke up
Lost in a loop while trying to keep up
Holes in the plot with an explanation
A bad imitation, reincarnation
Preachers of speed
Frozen at gunpoint
Wiped, erased and shelfed so here we go
Don't wanna be called by the name
Don't wanna be like one of them
Jacked up and forgotten
Mentally wrecked physically rotten
Lifelines made of bubblegum
Believe it or not
It's the band calling the shots
Never cared to explain
Never cared to cleanup
Don't know how to say it
Don't know how to take it
Don't know shit
Living by the flashback
Shooting the rules
Shooting believers
Packing the shots
Taking the hits
Taking the blame
Taking the damage
With panic, fear and a shitload of loose ends
Gone within the hour
With a bad ratio of brain to firepower
Jacked up and forgotten
Mentally wrecked, physically rotten
Lifelines made of bubblegum
We start to believe when the damage is done
Wake from a night no one remembers
No questions asked
No way to change your life, change the world
That's what you got
It's the band calling the shots
Don't wanna complain
Don't wanna learn
Don't wanna change
Don't wanna come clean