What's Left to Claim? Songtext
von Saticoy

Worn out of use
Yesterday heroes
Just desperate for views
The death of their virtues


Was it stress that built the cage
Of your blind rage?
Cooked in the sun on a summer day
You took offense, and deflected all blame
I broke a sweat too
Turned up the volume
Deaf and dumb is welcome when you flex you′re thumb
Expecting us to praise you (who wants to praise you?)
It's funny how you act as though you run the place
When we′re the ones who raised you
The way you are with fame
Seems at odds with the name you came with
You traded it all for a moment
Your portraits been stained so
What's left to claim?

What's left to claim?

What′s left to claim?

What′s left to claim?