Text: Last Hope. My Own Way. Wannabe.

I see so many wannabes that try to look cool
Fools that jump around just to get some reputation
Ain't get acceptance of the scene
Cause we know they're all friendly wimps
First we heard they're strictly underground
Next we see them selling out their hearts

What is the new fad, what is the trend?
What's on the cover on the magazine you read?
Today you're here, tomorrow gone
I step to you and make it clear we always stand alone

What the fuck are you doing here
Ruin' our scene - isn't that clear
Better go home, leave us alone
Today you're here - Tomorrow gone

I see many clowns that claim to be so hard
weak minded suckers try to push their crap
Originality is what they really lack
We do our own thing, which they'll never understand

Why don't you take a rest and step correct
For the style we bring you you gotta pay respect
You can't compare to us - we take no shit
Don't try to still us, cause you're so weak

What the fuck are you doing here
Ruin' our scene - isn't that clear
Better go home, leave us alone
Today you're here - Tomorrow gone

Fake image, false sound - this is just a bunch of crap
You won't fullfill that dream of superstar