from the songs album Yours Truly
Respect is earned through dedication
Work in progress never stops.
Insult me with your hatred
And I say what have you got
Nothing, Nothing where it counts.
It's a weak mans notion that I owe you.
Open doors not enough
Now you want to be carried through.
Don't blame me for your failures
I've had more than I can count
In reality its not about me
Just take a look inside yourself
Nothing, Nothing, Nothings sacred.
Don't tell me that I owe you.
Open palms and empty lies
Are what we've seen from you.
No regrets we'll Never ever lay down
Don't wanna hear the lies
We've got a right to be
Cant let em take you out
We're not about to give up our convictions.
The powers in your hands