You won't like it

You won't feel it


Take it outside before the pain begins

We can't win this

We're all losers

Crawling up the ladder 'til we're all insane

I don't know the reason for all this madness

You know where to put it you low-down bastard

I don't know the reason for all this madness

You know where to put it you low-down bastard

You irritate me

You make me nervous

Following the norm is like a game to you

The world is cheering

At your proposals

Intelligence will kill you and we'll all be saved

Take all your problems into your own hands

Make them dissappear one by one

Never fear the fire burning inside you

It will give you heat when you need it the most

You won't like it

We can't this

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