Mumakil Waste By Definition
Prisoner of your own image
Forged by years
Worshiping gods that were created
To keep us blind
You'll get the first place
In the bastards' hall of fame
We don't give a f..ck
About what you pretend to be
This is your own defeat
You won't get respect
Through such miserable acts
Always complaining about yourself
Never here to walk into the lion's den
A lesson well learned
Your face speaks for itself
Fifteen minutes of glory
Is just what you'll get