Never tell me the odds what a bore

What a world, the horizon It´s coming like a hell-bent killing machine Can´t afford to be the goddamn wreckage Burn it all again at a million degrees Calling all the adamant upper-level Undefeated counterfeit cunts with a reason to fear Throw away all the meaningless shit that´s clinging The enemy is here, I said stop Give it to 3 I´m going to show you how to do it if you know what I mean One by one against, give me the name All you shiny pretty never-wills ruined the game You hold all the keys so the chains shouldn´t hold you I know you heard me, I fucking told you Old does not mean dead New does not mean best No hard feelings I´m tired of being right About everything I´ve said Yours does not mean mine Kill does not mean die We are not your kind No excuses I challenge you to all out fucking life Drop that shit and put it on a pedestal Children are afraid of the gods Raise your hands and show me what´s impossible That makes us even, never tell me the odds What a bore, getting stuck in a metaphor I don´t want