| You think | |
| I don't see you standing there | |
| You think | |
| I don't hear you, | |
| I don't care | |
| You think you are my friend, that's not the case 'cause nothing bugs me more, than your face | |
| Liar: a turncoat, a welcher, a thief | |
| Liar: you're gutless and empty in between | |
| Liar: no backbone, no trust 'cause you breach | |
| Liar: revenge as | |
| I smash in your teeth | |
| You think | |
| I've got the time, talk to you | |
| You think | |
| I give a shit what you do | |
| You think that | |
| I don't mind sharing my space | |
| But nothing bugs me more, than your face | |
| You think that you can hang out with the band | |
| You think you'll squeeze right in, can't be a fan | |
| You think you are my friend, that's not the case 'cause nothing bugs me more, than your face |