Music: Mikael Dahl - Lyrics: Mikael Dahl
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You think you're Messiah supreme,
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'cause you write in a magazine
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But what's coming out of your head
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makes me wonder if your brain is dead
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You think everyone is a star
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just because they got a guitar
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Our music is not made for you,
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¡®cause ¡®bout Metal you don't have a clue
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Pre Chorus
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You live your life just to criticize,
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and sneak around to spread your lies
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Among the fools from the MTV
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you create a false reality
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Chorus
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Hey Mr. Failure, face it
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We don't wanna read your bullshit
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Your words are fake, we want ¡®em no more
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You¡¯re a wannabe to the core
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Hey Mr. Failure, silence
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Because what you say is nonsense
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Now take this as a rule
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you damn pathetic fool
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Oh Mr. Failure, you can't see what it's about
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We've had enough, get out!
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and leave our ground once and for all
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You¡¯re greasing the media machine,
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with vicious rumours of our scene
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You bring our band to your mill,
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and you grind us just for the thrill
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The sick brain of yours never rest,
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always plan for what you do best:
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Oppress, provoke, irritate,
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ridicule, humiliate
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Pre Chorus
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Chorus
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Solo Both
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Bridge
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You say you do not like our sound,
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but we do not care, just leave our ground
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Heavy Metal is what we play
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no matter what you say
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Now hear our song and obey
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Chorus
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Mr. Failure
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Crystal Eyes |