Phantom of Despise

You got the skills of a bended retard, who's mean
In front of guys who're trying, you're still lying
Your writing looks like fiction, no rules
Your kingdom's living easy, you're still teasin'

You work at night in gloomy wastelands
This business is, you made us cryin', a chance is dyin'
No clearness in your stories, you just invent
Which band is boring, without a story

You take our pride away, insult the crowd

Right, wrong where do we belong
The phantom of despise, wagged his tongue too long
Right, wrong where does he belong
The phantom of despise, wagged his tongue too long

You take our pride away, insult the crowd

Right, wrong where do we belong
The phantom of despise, wagged his tongue too long
Right, wrong where does he belong
The phantom of despise, wagged his tongue too long
Right, wrong where do we belong
The phantom of despise, wagged his tongue too long