Turn away, turn in, just face me

With your glass-screen gospel lies

Your runway life ain’t worth the diesel

That burns in these bloodshot eyes

Spare me your paper crown parade

Your canned and plastic truth

You keep barkin’ your rehearsed crusade

But I ain’t your goddamn proof

Overblown ego —

Leechin’ off my time

Every word you spit’s a crime

Don’t tell me anything — I’ll tell you

Don’t preach me nothin’ — I’ll burn it through

Sick of the times, so many lies (RISE)

Your whole damn cause is a cheap disguise

You abuse the air with empty sermons

Like a billboard made of noise

Every trend’s a velvet coffin

Built for hollow, paper boys

I denounce your spotlight circus

All your angles, all your spin

I’m the hammer crackin’ through it

And I ain’t lettin’ you back in

[Bridge] (Half-time groove, Dimebag-style riff)

Truth don’t live in your headlines

It bleeds in the dirt and the rust

I’ve got no faith in your bright lights

They’ll choke when they swallow my dust

Your crown’s just tinfoil,

Your throne’s just rot,

You scream for the world —

But the world forgot.

Don’t tell me anything — I’ll tell you

Don’t preach me nothin’ — I’ll burn it through

Sick of the times, so many lies (RISE)

Your whole damn cause is a cheap disguise

I’ll tell you…

I’ll tell you…

I’ll tell you…

…NOW!