Letra da Música: Brother Hezakiah - Tornoutheart

I don't have enough time in my schedule for you anymore. Does this thought sound familiar?
Like the time I reached out my hand and uttered a word of respect. That was my problem. Respect.
It was too much to ask of you. If you could find time in your busy schedule of clothing your mindless victims in the absolute nothingness that you have to offer. You may not have noticed me cheering on your feeble battle.
Good luck!
Maybe one day you'll rise to the top of your great scene. Just maybe you'll glance back to look at those you crushed to get there.

You coward, you are such a coward. Never again will I reach out my hand in respect of you.