Sick Of It All

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.