My mind stews in blinding rage Tired of these fucking talkers with nothing to say With nothing to say Making no sense Your hollow words mean nothing to me The wounds on my back will heal Your mouth writes checks you cannot cash So now I throw it back at your face with disdain At your face You keep on talking Your hollow words mean nothing to me The wounds on my back will heal BETRAYER! BETRAYER! FUCKING BETRAYER! BETRAYER! FUCKING BETRAYER! Your game is weak Trying to bring me down Your hollow words Mean nothing to me I won't bow down to wicked ones The wounds on my back will heal Your hollow words mean nothing to me The wounds on my back will heal