Traitors
Nu Hate
(I don't need any one of you fuckers)
Everybody
Wants to push me to my limit
Try to wake up and be me
Everybody is starting
To get on my dead nerves, my dead nerves, my dead nerves

Yeah, I fuckin' said it
Everybody's out for my possession
Entitlement is the obsession
Everybody using me for their progression
When will the rats learn their fucking lesson?

So I finally realized
every day that I see a new face
that one of those shit eating grin's are fake
It's a new hate that I can taste

Don't call me your friend just for the credit
I don't need you people
Yeah I fucking said it
And there's a lot worse people to come
I fucking bet it

The higher you climb
The harder you fall
But nobody noticed you climb at all, climb at all, climb at all
Credit is dead
Entitlements born
A reality that leaves me torn
Bad dreams coming true
Anxieties deep
Trying to climb but it's getting too steep
Everybody's out for my possession
I'm losing myself to my obsession
And everyone's worried about what I say
It doesn't matter we're all going to die anyways

(Realize)
Realize
I'll be used by one of you