I’m so sick of you All the things that you believe Ya can’t bring me to All the bullshit you give in No wonder why You’re an idiot and a sheep No tears of abuse Can’t relate those things to you
I was born but rot n dead!
While your fireworks of hate shined up on my grave The glory I was holding just fade in our summer Cuz I’m sick of you and the portraits of pain As the cancer progress In the bladder of madness I infuse my desire with hate
Not the one with perfect lies Ya don’t know the truth Just the pictures of my past No wonder why I was feed on empty lives Your words can’t change How I see you, who you where I was born but rot n dead!