Ura $#&@ing Loser:
as i bake in this rancid oven that we call earth
hard to breath

thru filth and muck that rides our air
all i taste
the bile phlegm collects within

feeling like %#@!
again again again again
URA !#@*ING LOSER AND YOU ARE NOTHING

never rise
stuck within the depths of wich i dwell
no way out

feel i'll meet my maker soon
i'm just waiting to die and take a different form
i am cold

smiling as hate keeps burning in my soul
URA !#@*ING LOSER AND YOU ARE NOTHING
NOTHING

you're a $#&@ing loser
that's all that you'll be
you are a $#&@ing loser

not me
YOU'RE A !#@*ING LOSER AND YOU ARE NOTHING
!#@* OFF YOU AINT !#@(