Eastbound - Giants

What gives you the right to act the way you do?

Walking around in your suit and closed pockets

Pretentiousness fills the air, talk is cheap and so are you

I’ve dealt with your kind before

It’s nothing new, there’s nothing left to say

There’s nothing left to say

For every moment, every moment won

You’re losing sight of yourself

For every moment, every moment won

You’re losing sight of yourself