Too many snakes in the grass tryin' to slither past
Diamond backs lambaste me as venom slowly passed
In my veins - I feel brash, no strength left to amass
Future forecast, leaches continue to harass
It's all the f*cking same, a crying shame
An industry consumed with lies of fame
They devour dreams, these unholy fiends
Until every artist has been demeaned
Souls quarantined put to the guillotine
You can sell your heart, they'll still take your soul
They want more than a part, they want control
They'll put you on drugs, then write a contract
Filling you with slugs, so they can extract
Every dollar made, was just a charade
You can never win cause' the house gets paid
Playin' games like arcade, the truth they'll evade
Just to send you off on the next crusade
See I disobeyed, now I'm underplayed
You can top the chart, but it's over fast
You'll have to restart, while you get passed
They'll make another queen, and another king
Sell it to preteens, in arenas they'll sing
Not knowing what it means behind the scenes
F*ck the industry that made you...
Cause' I'll make myself
F*ck the industry that made you...
Don't need somebody else
Diamondback, slither fast
Diamondback, breathe your last
Diamond back, die was cast
Diamond back, at long last
Diamondback, slither fast
Diamondback, diamondback, breathe your last
Diamond back, die was cast
Diamond back, diamondback, at long last
Too many snakes in the grass tryin' to slither past
Diamond backs lambaste me as venom slowly passed
In my veins - I feel brash, no strength left to amass
Future forecast, leaches continue to harass
Even though packaged, these hollywood lies
It turns out the truth, is hard to disguise
"Who cares about you? You're easy to use"
See - that's what they think, now how about you?
You can sell your heart, they'll still take your soul
They want more than a part, they want control
They'll put you on drugs, then write a contract
Filling you with slugs, so they can extract
Every dollar made, was just a charade
You can never win cause' the house gets paid
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Too many snakes in the grass tryin' to slither past
Diamond backs lambaste me as venom slowly passed
In my veins - I feel brash, no strength left to amass
Future forecast, leaches continue to harass
It's all the f*cking same, a crying shame
An industry consumed with lies of fame
They devour dreams, these unholy fiends
Until every artist has been demeaned
Souls quarantined put to the guillotine
You can sell your heart, they'll still take your soul
They want more than a part, they want control
They'll put you on drugs, then write a contract
Filling you with slugs, so they can extract
Every dollar made, was just a charade
You can never win cause' the house gets paid
Playin' games like arcade, the truth they'll evade
Just to send you off on the next crusade
See I disobeyed, now I'm underplayed
You can top the chart, but it's over fast
You'll have to restart, while you get passed
They'll make another queen, and another king
Sell it to preteens, in arenas they'll sing
Not knowing what it means behind the scenes
F*ck the industry that made you...
Cause' I'll make myself
F*ck the industry that made you...
Don't need somebody else
Diamondback, slither fast
Diamondback, breathe your last
Diamond back, die was cast
Diamond back, at long last
Diamondback, slither fast
Diamondback, diamondback, breathe your last
Diamond back, die was cast
Diamond back, diamondback, at long last
Too many snakes in the grass tryin' to slither past
Diamond backs lambaste me as venom slowly passed
In my veins - I feel brash, no strength left to amass
Future forecast, leaches continue to harass
Even though packaged, these hollywood lies
It turns out the truth, is hard to disguise
"Who cares about you? You're easy to use"
See - that's what they think, now how about you?
You can sell your heart, they'll still take your soul
They want more than a part, they want control
They'll put you on drugs, then write a contract
Filling you with slugs, so they can extract
Every dollar made, was just a charade
You can never win cause' the house gets paid
Diamond backs lambaste me as venom slowly passed
In my veins - I feel brash, no strength left to amass
Future forecast, leaches continue to harass
It's all the f*cking same, a crying shame
An industry consumed with lies of fame
They devour dreams, these unholy fiends
Until every artist has been demeaned
Souls quarantined put to the guillotine
You can sell your heart, they'll still take your soul
They want more than a part, they want control
They'll put you on drugs, then write a contract
Filling you with slugs, so they can extract
Every dollar made, was just a charade
You can never win cause' the house gets paid
Playin' games like arcade, the truth they'll evade
Just to send you off on the next crusade
See I disobeyed, now I'm underplayed
You can top the chart, but it's over fast
You'll have to restart, while you get passed
They'll make another queen, and another king
Sell it to preteens, in arenas they'll sing
Not knowing what it means behind the scenes
F*ck the industry that made you...
Cause' I'll make myself
F*ck the industry that made you...
Don't need somebody else
Diamondback, slither fast
Diamondback, breathe your last
Diamond back, die was cast
Diamond back, at long last
Diamondback, slither fast
Diamondback, diamondback, breathe your last
Diamond back, die was cast
Diamond back, diamondback, at long last
Too many snakes in the grass tryin' to slither past
Diamond backs lambaste me as venom slowly passed
In my veins - I feel brash, no strength left to amass
Future forecast, leaches continue to harass
Even though packaged, these hollywood lies
It turns out the truth, is hard to disguise
"Who cares about you? You're easy to use"
See - that's what they think, now how about you?
You can sell your heart, they'll still take your soul
They want more than a part, they want control
They'll put you on drugs, then write a contract
Filling you with slugs, so they can extract
Every dollar made, was just a charade
You can never win cause' the house gets paid
Writer: John Cribbs
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid