Late night, toy trucks, go hard
Paid in, mirage authority

Stay gold
Rage hard through the dark
Rage on it

Brutal silence
Pay with your soul
For all that shits worth

Get back on all fours because you earned it
Better get the gun
Put it in your mouth
You, so owned
Crying in the filth
Crying in the Sun
Owned by the sleepy one, so owned

For things seem to come too easy
For once you realize the mirror that reflects the despised
No solace in yourself just constant boredom
Cattle-prod yourself to the right pain by the sleepy one
Comprise this sage hypocrite back in your face

Owned

Paroxysm raging you on
Pray that you are entitled

Collect the demons
Collect the traces of silent wars

Just stay gold
Rage hard through the dark
Rage on it

Brutal silence
Pay with your soul
Get back on all fours because you earned this

Rage on it