Watch as we stomp your dome into the concrete
How will you talk %#@! with your mouth sewn shut
I don't think that you can say you know me

Based on all the little things
You've seen, you don't know %#@!
If your band has something to day

Come and say it to our face
But be ready to back it up
I think we should take this outside

And finally finish this once and for all
I'm so $#&@ing sick and tired
Of all these $$#holes wanna slander our name

And think it goes unheard
You're all as good as $#&@ing dead to me
Sometimes I want to carve my $#&@ing eyes out

Instead I'll take my rage out on you
And when everything's dead
You will know I am through

$#&@ you, $#&@ing trick
All I wanna do is slit your throat
And ripe out your eyes

Someday you will day, for everything you've done
This will be the end of you