Phoney smiles and fake hellos

Life's phoney smiles and fake hellos
The hardcore rush of watching heads roll
As I dig your grave and kill your lifeless stare
f*** yourself for all I f***ing care

You, yeah you, yeah you
Thinking you know it all
35 years old with a wife and two kids
Still living and your mother's home
You, yeah you, yeah you
A sellout and a social w****
You'd sell your mother's soul just to get ahead
A disease down to the core