Syle Bleeds

All this time gone by, Watch your ego growing slowly.
Now your eyes do not Clutch the passion you once held, show the truth that you once told.
I hope your style bleeds... I hope your wealth fades, I hope they walk away and leave you stranded.

I've seen it happen before/You've seen it happen before. I've seen it happen before, many scores time and time again
-sold for the gold-
The hope a glimmer of fame.
-do what your told-
Ambitions wasted away.

Can you realize what you've become?
-True bastard son, Feeding on their Dollar...

I hope they walk away and leave you helpless.
You've watched it crumble before, your eyes. Time is not your friend.
-sold for the gold-
The hope a glimmer of fame.
-do what your told-
Ambitions wasted away.

Can you realize what you've become?
-True bastard son, Feeding on their Dollar...

You'll never change... Blinded by your shallow ways.