Who do you think you are, who
Some sort of almighty judge
One, one that looks just once
And decides what's what
You must know everything
Like what makes a heart beat
I laugh at you
Pathetic imbecile
What you know is mainstream
You look at me and file my name
Under menace, menace
Don't judge a book by its cover, don't
Do you know
How a perfect human should be
How they should act
Behind the scenes or with their friends
Fuck you...fuck you
You waste of space
Looking down on
Down upon me
You waste of space
Looking down on
Down upon me, no
You waste of space
Looking down on
Down upon me
You waste of space
Looking down on
Down upon me
You, you think your shit don't stink
But I can smell your stench a mile away
Someday you will learn
When it becomes your turn
To be dissected
Next examined
Only then you'll realize
Who you should've left alone
Nobody cares for your opinion anyway
We've all been waiting
For your judgment day
I know that your weak
A fucking feeble specimen
Both mentally
And physically
Just a fucking feeble specimen, specimen
You feed on others misfortunes
To soothe your very own
Your very own
Do yourself a favor
And commit suicide
Do the world a favor
And land your ass in a grave
Your the type of individual
I could rise up and kill
Kill (x7)
It's not worth my time
Your worthless
I'd break your spine
As you wither away inside
Lies, they'll swallow up your soul, soul


Lyrics submitted by BleedorBreathe

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