What once used to be
All the rage with all its fashion sense
Has since disobeyed it
They're indulged, outgrown into excess
The rules of the game change
Push the limits further to success
Sick nostalgic invasion
Opponents fall, there is no second best
If I wanted to be in the lead,
just get in front of me
But every rule will bleed,
so you keep your distance
And if you want to be in the lead,
just get in front of me
A number one Molarager If you wanted to be in the lead,
you get in
front of me A number one Molarager
Scars are marks that aid me in my path Not much competition
Adrenaline,
stand forth for this attack Founding anticipation
Starting gun this moment has become The now and forever
Just gliding strides to reach the end of life
If I wanted to be in the lead,
you get in front of me
But every rule will bleed,
so you keep your distance
And
if you want to be in the lead,
just get in front of me
A number one Molarager If you wanted to be in the lead,
you get in
front of me A number one Molarager
If you wanted to be in the lead,
you get in front of me
A number one Molarager A number one Molarager