Disembodied Cynic Lyrics

Tell me all your f*cking problems
And i'll listen with and open ear
Then I'll tell you where to take them
Cause I don't f*ckin care
You make me sick
With all your standards
Sick with all your rules.
Sick with all your propaganda
You f*cking fools...

You make me sick! (x4)

One shot and f*ck the rest
If that's how it's gotta be
f*ck your hierchy
What makes you think your better than me? Who are you to judge me?
Who died and made you god?
f*ck you.
I'll see you in hell
Now i see through your facade

You make me sick
Mothaf*cker!

You don't know the pain i've felt
You don't know the strain i've delt
So f*ck you
f*ck you (x3)

You don't know what the f*ck i've been through
So f*ck you.