There's a feeling in the world That causes the rest You're ambition and success Is what I detest
I'm trying to be true I'm trying my best I'm not seduced by your cheap love Or your patrons of mesh
You make me die, now You make me die, now
I heard all you got to say I heard in school About your soft soled sex And your sickly drool
You only kept yourself Like all the rest You love your filthy god You think you're the best
You make me die, now You make me die, now You make me die, die
Tvs, baby Like money and ice Get you crawling on the floor Like sucking lice
That's all I'll say Before you take advice What someone would have told you child It ain't very nice You make me die, now You make me die, now You make me die, die, die