Stomping Ground Songtext
von Sugar Spine

I am above and beyond your predictions
Glass jaws and lacking convictions
Appropriate attire for the wannabe
′Cause you're fuckin′ acting like you grew up on struggle street
Loser

Full of rage, fake display
Fail to intimidate
Search for prey, driven by hate
Self-inflicted casualty

Wrists bent at unusual angles
Flattened palms holding up your forgery
Bitter aftertaste of a neglect to search for self-serenity
Recalling memory, devoid and weak is what you hid from me
Inside your mind is a hurt inner
child but I'm not giving you my sympathy


I went to your stomping ground but no one knew your fucking name
You covet all this time;
it's nothing more than a dash between the dates
What good is a funeral when there′s no one around to mourn?
Empty casket, neglected grave
Silence when you leave this place

I went to your stomping ground but no one knew your fucking name
You covet all this time;
it′s nothing more than a dash between the dates
What good is a funeral if there's no one around to mourn?
Empty casket, neglected grave
Silence when you leave this place
Leave this place

You made the choice to pull on threads
But your tapestry′s lacking in common sense
Think you're so damn slick, you make me sick
Throwing shit at a wall but nothing sticks

Full of rage, fake display
Fail to intimidate
Search for prey, driven by hate
Self-inflicted casualty
You fucking piece of shit

Loser