Sick of all these ugly people, sick of all their noise Tired of all these empty promises, sick of being poised While your cheek is kindly open, my fist is really working Already choking on my anger, but there's no use crying about it
I'm gonna make a genocide And brothers make me their king And there is one man sitting on the wheelchair that's saying That I probably shouldn't be so cruel I'm gonna make a genocide My kingdom will be locked up And there is one man sitting on the wheelchair that's saying I should probably stop this bloody fight
But i make a genocide
All of these experiments passing, sick of feeling used If i wanna break these walls down, i\"m gonna get bruised While your cheek is kindly open, my fist is really working Already choking on my hatred, but there's no use crying about it