Diminished Divine Rite
So many run their mouths Claiming what
they're about But what you fail to see
The practice of them following their
beliefs that never holds I love it how you
come at people As if you are so much
better Deep down you are not my equal
Hypocrisy is your biggest vice, not your
endeavor So why is it that you talk so
much Didn't your mom give enough love?
Or is it that you're insecure with yourself
Please help me figure this out What all
do you have? The bragging rights of
being someone's follower The right to be
a follower You're just a f..cking follower
You want to come out here and talk
about heart Do not tell me about heart
because my ears are not listening I'm
not going to hear the words that you are
stressing to me You want to shit on
everyone But you aren't the shit yourself
A failure at life at it's best There's not
contention to test Its my divine right To
ascend to the top I don't need anyone's
help I never have and I'll never will
Divine rite of the decadent
