From the recording Self Titled



You can say what you want
You can believe what you need
I don't give a fuck
What you take from me (alright)

You come to me
Straight from the street
You beg and plead, yeah
You're like a disease

Oh no, what to do
Pull this trigger I'm in my death suit
Not yet, not this time
Don't mind me, I feel just fine
Oh yes, you know what's next
You laid your social life to rest
Hypocrite, you're full of shit
Your ideas make me sick

They said you must be broken
They got no use for you
On strings like a puppet
They got what they needed from you