Interpret:

Sick Of It All

Album:

Yours Truly

Respect is earned through dedication 
Work in progress never stops. 
Insult me with your hatred 
And I say what have you got 
Nothing, Nothing where it counts. 
It's a weak mans notion that I owe you. 
Open doors not enough 
Now you want to be carried through. 
No regrets 
Don't blame me for your failures 
I've had more than I can count 
In reality its not about me 
Just take a look inside yourself 
Nothing, Nothing, Nothings sacred. 
Don't tell me that I owe you. 
Open palms and empty lies 
Are what we've seen from you. 
No regrets we'll Never ever lay down 
No apologies 
Don't wanna hear the lies 
No apologies. 
We've got a right to be 
Cant let em take you out 
We're not about to give up our convictions. 
No apologies. 
The powers in your hands 
No doubt.