And if we're being honest
I read every critique and every comment
Every album review and there's a lot of 'em
Every f*cking critic with a pen and a problem (all of 'em)
Ya damn right
All my songs about pain
And I like em that way
So do you get it?
Sing about it cause I lived it
If I said it then I meant it
I don't bend, I don't break
I don't fold under pressure
The will to survive
I am forever
And while we're all on the topic
The wolves at my door still knocking
The voices in my head still calling
The voices in my head still calling
I don't bend, I don't break
I don't fold under pressure
The will to survive
I am forever
I don't bend, I don't break
I don't fold under pressure
The will to survive
I am forever
The will to survive
I am forever
The will to survive
I am forever
And once again for the record
Still don't give a f*ck about selling records
Still don't need your damn handout
So keep my motherf*ckin' name out your damn mouth
So keep my motherf*ckin' name out your damn mouth
And once again for the record
Still don't give a f*ck about selling records
Still don't need your damn handout
So keep my motherf*ckin' name out your damn mouth
So keep my motherf*ckin' name out your damn mouth
So keep my motherf*ckin' name out your damn mouth