No High Five For C.oward

Is your light shining bright?
Is everybody getting blind?
Received some attention today?
Have you clapped your own back?
Why do I still have to write
Songs about gaining cheap respect?

Words you believe and spit out,
Words I don't give a shit about
Make you a liar, a dreamer,
A thieve and a cheater.

It's time to call it a day,
At hundred days overdue.

My hands won't abide
Any longer to you.

Investments on a dead market
Commitment on dead meat
Passion on a dead piece of shit
Or heart on a dead fucking fiend.

That's what I am going to beat down
It's what you won't get next year
No way, to you I won't bow down.