Won't spend another fucking second trying to figure you out I'm so exhausted from the shit that's running out of your mouth Building a life that you've mad as a leech Taking credit for another's accomplishments
Why does this justify achieving the glory? And tell me why this constitues a free fride Worth nothing more than a dime a dozen Yet so righteous, in social progress
Sucking away and draining, all the life and blood bone dry Making demands and making plans, to make belive you lead a useful life Sucking away and draining, every last drop until nothing is left Sorry to say, at the end of the day You'll be lucky if you've got a friend I won't buy into your games
Won't get the best of me, your life is a catastrophe I struggle to think of what you offer us There's nothing left do discuss and you digust us! And you disgust us!
You won't get the best of me, your life is a catastrophe, and nothing comes for free...
A constant disappointment, another failed attempt I'll speak what's been unspoken, it's all in your head A constant disappointment, another failed attempt I'll speak what's been unspoken, your soul is fucking dead!
You've made not one impact on my entire life! So what the fuck's up?