Music: Mikael Dahl - Lyrics: Mikael Dahl



You think you're Messiah supreme,

'cause you write in a magazine

But what's coming out of your head

makes me wonder if your brain is dead

You think everyone is a star

just because they got a guitar

Our music is not made for you,

‘cause ‘bout Metal you don't have a clue

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You live your life just to criticize,

and sneak around to spread your lies

Among the fools from the MTV

you create a false reality

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Hey Mr. Failure, face it

We don't wanna read your bullshit

Your words are fake, we want ‘em no more

You’re a wannabe to the core

Hey Mr. Failure, silence

Because what you say is nonsense

Now take this as a rule

you damn pathetic fool

Oh Mr. Failure, you can't see what it's about

We've had enough, get out!

and leave our ground once and for all

You’re greasing the media machine,

with vicious rumours of our scene

You bring our band to your mill,

and you grind us just for the thrill

The sick brain of yours never rest,

always plan for what you do best:

Oppress, provoke, irritate,

ridicule, humiliate

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Solo Both

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You say you do not like our sound,

but we do not care, just leave our ground

Heavy Metal is what we play

no matter what you say

Now hear our song and obey

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