I’m from this shitty scene, I promote gigs
I look my face in the mirror and I wanna fuck myself
Wasting my life gossiping and inventing stuff
Saying bullshit and spreading false truth
And it’s so good (x2)

I’m proud to be a weak mind
I come from the hard side of town
My hardcore is better than yours
I love gossips, again and again

Sometimes I play in many bands and take notes
I hear shits about other bands and swallow it all
My friends compare me to god and I think they’re rights
After all, I’m the hardcore king and I do what I want

I’m proud to be a weak mind
I come from the hard side of town
My hardcore is better than yours
I love gossips, again and again