You're sucking and craving
For the spotlight and height
You fall out the scene
Cause' the stilts are too high
The busted thieves
They fall by the walls
And loose the chance
To get their name on the door

Want me to believe and greet your insecurity?
Moulded disease, oh you're not worthy
Should i conceive a field of inferiority?
Go on 'till you bleed, no rest for the hungry

Créme de la créme
Status on the rise again
Social supremacy
You're not my friend
Sucking me for what you can
Or taste your ignorance
Rotten sewage, the stench, i smell from you

Grand illusions of god by their side
Tasting the cream by licking the spire
Dogs feed sadism when they kiss their feet
Flipped out by fame
And heading back towards the heat