Tekstovi: Grave Maker. Melt To The Mold.

I have no faith in the things you do.
In the end, whatever is easiest is what you'll choose.
Time to grow up and figure it out.
Wouldn't it make sense to stand up for who you're rolling with?
You'll never have it in you to say what the fuck you gotta say.

Fence walker!
Shit talker!
Melt! To! the mold!
Fucking pushover! Just doin' what you're told!

You left me sick.
Yeah, you son of a bitch.
I can deal with it now.
You'll die who you ride with.
If you can't believe in me,
If you can't make up your mind,
If you can't pick a side,
Then I'm not worth the fight!
You'll die who you ride with.

Fence walker!
Shit talker!
Melt! To! the mold!
All you are is just another fuckin? pushover
Just doin' what the fuck you're told!