Kill the Creator

I'm starting to let things slip I'm starting to let things slip in Like water through an open window Like leeches sucking at our skin These maggots always have their say These cowards always have to win These has-beens love to grasp at straws They feed the selfish beast within Out with the old, in with the new You've misused your influence You've confused our congruence for cluelessness Now it's your turn to pay for it Broken bodies to match your six month friendship Out with the old, in with the new means The death of your bully mentality The death of your mentor hypocrisy The death of your political strategy Thinners of the herd You have nothing left for this world It's time to shed your skin The broken selfish scum within Now you pay for all you did Gun to head Kill the creator