Waste By Definition - Mumakil

Prisoner of your own image

Forged by years

Worshiping gods that were created

To keep us blind

You’ll get the first place

In the bastards' hall of fame

We don’t give a fuck

About what you pretend to be

This is your own defeat

You won’t get respect

Through such miserable acts

Always complaining about yourself

Never here to walk into the lion’s den

A lesson well learned

Your face speaks for itself

Fifteen minutes of glory

Is just what you’ll get