What the hell is happening

The sh*t surrounds the f**ked up things

The scum that lay just scattering like landfill sites

They＇re festering

Stinking out the possibilities of ever listening

Things can＇t always be the same and yes

There＇s always room for change

But don＇t follow some shitty craze

That may seem cool because it pays

You will look back and regret

The fact you look so f**king wet

I refuse to accept the way this sh*t has gone

They seem to be breeding daily

These scenes are all so wrong

It＇s all about money gained

Money spent on some pathetic products

To try to be as fake as possible

Please just die and get out of my way

Get out of my way you stupid pansies

And never return

I hope you all get slaughtered and never reborn

Rounding up the cattle

Die you wastes of space and leave things the way they were

You＇re all as camp as a row of pink tents

And will get what you deserve