We're the scum of bula we don't need your care
We're trapped by desolation everywhere
Everything we see is just $#&@in' black

We're blinded by everything that you lack

Quit makin' excuses turn your %#@! around

Instead of driving us into the god damned ground
Turn your back on us and just walk away
But soon you'll have a price to pay


You walk around a re-animated corpse
No freedom or will did you ever have a choice

Can't think for yourself or figure it out
No time to $#&@in' wonder what it's all about
Your head on your shoulders shines so bright

That piece of $#&@ing plastic was made just right
It's perfect for the noose around your neck!