Synyster Gates, vlastním jménem Brian Elwin Haner Jr., narozený 7. července 1981 v Kalifornii, znám spíše pod pseudonymem Synyster Gates nebo jednoduše Syn, je americký hudebník. V současné době je hlavním kytaristou heavymetalové/hardrockové...

Píseň: Critical Acclaim

Interpret:
Synyster Gates
Album:
Avenged Sevenfold
Be quiet, you might piss somebody off 
Like me motherfucker, you've been at it for too long 
While you feed off all this insecurity 
You stand in front of me and bite the hand that feeds 

(Self-righteousness is wearing thin) 
Lies inside your head your best friend 
(I'll bleed but not for fellow man) 
Broken glass, your fake reflection 

Telling them its all for something real 
Don't forsake the words you speak 
You've gone too far, acclaim 

So how does it feel to know that someones kid in the heart of America 
Has blood on their hands, fighting to defend your rights 
So you can maintain the lifestyle that insults this family's existence 
Well, where I'm from we have a special salute we wave high in the air 
Towards all those pompous asses who spend their days pointing fingers 

Fuck you 

Be quiet, you might piss somebody off 
Like the heartbeat of this country when antagonized too long 
I'll be damned if you count me in 
As part of your generous hypocrisy collected in a maze 

(Tabloid gossip, we want less real) 
There's no need for us to bury you 
(Selfish agenda, once again) 
Right this way, deter your own grave 

Telling them its all for something real 
Don't forsake the words you speak 
You've gone too far, acclaim 

All the way from the east to the west 
We've got this high society looking down on this very foundation 
Constantly reminding us that our actions are the cause of all their problems 
Pointing the fingers in every direction 
Blaming their own nation for who wins elections 
They've never contributed a fucking thing to the country they love to criticize 

Excuse the obscene, ignore the untrue 
Depictions we see, try and get through 
And many mistakes cant hurt 
I'm not the last but I sure ain't the first 

Be quiet, you might piss somebody off 

(Self-righteousness is wearing thin) 
Lies inside your head your best friend 
(I'll bleed but not for fellow man) 
Broken glass, your fake reflection 

Telling them its all for something real 
Don't forsake the words you speak 
You've gone too far, acclaim