THE BEAST

Listen on Spotify: http://links.shredheadband.com/TheNothingWeAre Catch us on tour: https://www.bandsintown.com/SHREDHEAD Music by SHREDHEAD. Produced, recorded and mixed by Tue Madsen (Meshuggah, Suicide Silence, Aborted, The Haunted, Sick Of It All, Dark Tranquility) at the Antfarm Studios. Denmark. Booking: info@shredheadband.com The Nothing We Are Lyrics: Protect your pain just embrace it It doesn't mean much to me And your reckless behavior Means nothing, 'tis but only a plea All those years you tried to escape But your past self just won't let you go You’re the best of the best of the rest And the rest are all better than you The stranded the sickened the broken the weak and the flawed Is what you were born to be With illusions of hate and the stench of despair On the ground begging on your knees No respect for yourself The victim you are Cry to me all night long You ain't so special and special ain't you Come join the millions more Eject, reject opposition Exaggerate who you are Do you see this is no competition? 'cause if it were real you'd be way out behind Mend in all you can carry from others around Look at me, hear me, see me, hear my voice out fucking loud The stranded the sickened the broken the weak and the flawed Is what you were born to be With illusions of hate and the stench of despair On the ground begging on your knees No respect for yourself The victim you are Cry to me all night long You ain't so special and special ain't you Come join the millions more Fuck you! You are a sheep, a mental obstruction, a petty disease No way out to this world of contempt, your world is absent I know you are a figment of dreams, realization of experiences You know, that deep inside you don't know more than I know about who you are You don't know who you are You don't know what you Have Done To Live up to supremacy You Are nothing (Nothing is what you are You fake ass motherfucking piece of shit Go to your fucking ''friends'' and fucking tell yourself that they are, motherfucker) All those years you tried to escape But your past self just won't let you go You’re the best of, the best of the rest And the rest are all better than you The stranded the sickened the broken the weak and the flawed Is what you were born to be With illusions of hate and the stench of despair On the ground begging on your knees No respect for yourself The victim you are Cry to me all night long You ain't so special and special ain't you Come join the millions more