Album: Iowa

People Makes (Bull)

Here we go again, motherfucker

Come on down, and see the idiot right here
Too fucked to beg and not afraid to care
What´s the matter with calamity anyway
Right Get the fuck outta my face
Understand that I can´t feel anything
It isn´t like I wanna sift through the decay
i feel like a wound, like I got a fuckin
Gun against my head, you live when I´m dead

One more time, motherfucker

Everybody hates me now, so fuck it
Blod´s on my face and my hands, and I
Don´t know why, I´m not afraid to cry
But thats non of your business
Whose life is it Get it See it Feel it Eat it
Spin it around so I can spit in the face
I wanna leave without a trace
Cuz I don´t wanna die in this place

People= Shit
People= Shit (Whatcha gonna do)
People= Shit (Cuz I am not afraid of you)
People= Shit (I´m everything you´ll never be)
People= Shit

It never stops- you can´t be everything to everyone
Contagion- I´m sittin´ at the side of Satan
What do you want from me
They never told me the failure I was meant to be
Overdo it- don´t tell me you blew it
Stop your bitchin´and fight your way through it
I´M - NOT - LIKE - YOU - I - JUST - FUCK - UP

C´mon motherfucker, everybody has to die

People= Shit
People= Shit (Whatcha gonna do)
People= Shit (Cuz I am not afraid of you)
People= Shit (I´m everything you´ll never be)
People= Shit