I can see it in your eyes,
You think you see it on my face.
Maybe it's something in my walk,
Maybe it's something with this place.
You tell a friend ,he tells his friend,
Misconceptions all along.
You couldn't know, you wouldn't know.
Why the fuck would i tell you?
Build it up and tear it down.
Running your mouth just to have a say.
There's not a clue in your head,
Yet you still talk anyway.
You don't even know my name,
You don't even know my name,
You don't even know my fucking name.
You think you know me, you try to judge me,
But your facts are hit and miss.
If you know all there is to know,
Then how do you explain this?
You think you know me,
You think you know me,
You think you know me,
You think you know me,
You think you know me,
You think you know me.
Fuck you.
I can see it in your eyes,
Not an ounce of self respect.
Knocking others down,
To make up for what you fucking lack.
I see you talking,
Not hearing a fucking word you say.
When you realize you've got no friends,
You're the only one to blame.
Life's so clear when you think you're seeing through mine.
Who are you to think you can fucking define,
This painted picture of perfect fucking design?
Master artist, you fucking can't draw a fucking straight line.
Started in 1995, Bridge Nine is a label that specializes in hardcore punk, with close to 300 recordings in our catalog. Check us out and keep an eye out for updates!
