You think you're Messiah supreme,   'cause you write in a magazine   But what's coming out of your head   makes me wonder if your brain is dead   You think everyone is a star   just because they got a guitar   Our music is not made for you,   'cause 'bout Metal you don't have a clue      Pre Chorus   You live your life just to criticize,   and sneak around to spread your lies   Among the fools from the MTV   you create a false reality      Chorus   Hey Mr. Failure, face it   We don't wanna read your bullshit   Your words are fake, we want 'em no more   You're a wannabe to the core   Hey Mr. Failure, silence   Because what you say is nonsense   Now take this as a rule   you damn pathetic fool   Oh Mr. Failure, you can't see what it's about   We've had enough, get out!   and leave our ground once and for all      You're greasing the media machine,   with vicious rumours of our scene   You bring our band to your mill,   and you grind us just for the thrill   The sick brain of yours never rest,   always plan for what you do best   Oppress, provoke, irritate,   ridicule, humiliate      Pre Chorus   Chorus   Solo Both      Bridge   You say you do not like our sound,   but we do not care, just leave our ground   Heavy Metal is what we play   no matter what you say   Now hear our song and obey      Chorus