Hop off your high horse, pack your bags, kick rocks
Kicks rocks
We drug you along, you made it here fine
Climbed on the back of something you can't define
Cared more about style and less about substance
You live in denial while you're pa**ing that judgment
Brick in the wall, stick in the mud
Hole in the floor, and I am nothing
Living a lie, sliding along
Say anything to make it feel wrong
All your opinions a little more vague
Keep flapping your gums anyway
We know who's who, we don't need you
Building, building, building, building your walls
We're smashing, smashing, smashing it all