Cynic - Disembodied

Tell me all your fucking problems

And i’ll listen with and open ear

Then I’ll tell you where to take them

Cause I don’t fuckin care

You make me sick

With all your standards

Sick with all your rules

Sick with all your propaganda

You fucking fools…

You make me sick!

(x4)

One shot and fuck the rest

If thats how it’s gotta be

Fuck your hierchy

What makes you think your better than me?

Who are you to judge me?

Who died and made you god?

Fuck you

I’ll see you in hell

Now i see through your facade

You make me sick

Mothafucker!

You don’t know the pain i’ve felt

You don’t know the strain i’ve delt

So fuck you

Fuck you (x3)

You don’t know what the fuck i’ve been through

So fuck you