I turn them down b'cus they turn me down
Nothing left to do b'cuz I'm all alone
They give me hate when I look on their face
I don't wanna live in this kind of space
What I do
What I say
What I want
is to destroy
Teach me to stand up, and to speak up
Show me, who's the loser really are?
Teach me to stand up, and to speak up
Show me, who's the loser really are?
Don't ge me wrong, I never hurt your mind
Nothing to say to make it all OK
I never want to learn to hate
Then I destroy my self to burn
What I do
What I say
What I want
is to destroy
Teach me to stand up, and to speak up
Show me, who's the loser really are?
Teach me to stand up, and to speak up
Show me, who's the loser really are?
Specch :
In the meant time, in a small low mind country
Everybody chase for money
Selling cheap creation, cheap illusion and cheap note to hear
Nobody understand how bad it is
Cheap line with a low verses and bad sketches
No distorstions, no scratches, no spits, no breaks
They don't want to be big
they don't want to be more better
They just want to get rid of the ugly face and sell pretty faces
Who's the loser than? The loser is still me
B'cuz I'm very monoton
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