I see you had your mind all made up you group of pitiful liars, before i woke to face the day, your master plan transpired, something told me, this job has more to meet the eye, my song is not believed? my words somewhat deceiving, now im unwhole, youve waged a war of nerves, but you cant crush the kingdom, cant be what your idols are, cant leave the scar, you cry for compensation, i ask you please just give us, 5 minutes alone. "Pantera" R.I.P. Dimebag