Screw your control,
screw your rules.

Screw you costumers,
your worthless sacks of shit.
Your only blind lambs,
you want us to clean up your shit you "kindly" leave for us.

Stop making me different,
just let me be me,
how about I run away?
No, I'll be the only one at fault to you.

How about I kill myself?
I can't be who I am,
so theres no point in liveing is there?
I'll suposidly become a weak coward to you.

Your music is crap,
I'm not "racist",
but your music annoys the crap out of me.
It's nothing but back alley trash to me.

How is racism even a proper word?
We're all Human beings arent we?
Just abunch of retards it seems,
I look different compared to everyone else,
so do you,
and you,
and you.

So how the HELL is racism even in our vocabulary?

I really hate this world,
I can only hope the next one's better,
I don't think I'll go on....

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