V Songtext
von Subject Delta

I hate every single one of you
You suck fucking dick – oh yeah you makin′ me sick
Can't you see I′m not the one who's lost
My only downside is I'm not able to trust
All the people around me talk shit
Up to the face – you′ll get some well earned spit!
Daydreams about beating your face
Take a look in the mirror you′re fucking disgrace

(I) Hope that you will rot in hell
(I) dreamed about feeling well
(I'm) praying every fucking day
(You) you are the reason for all my pain


You got a face, formed to beat
Feel the heat while I process it to meat
The day your mother did shit you out
Is the one that I am the unhappiest about
Lazy, weak and hypocritical
Overall you are just cynical
Get out of my face or I will end your life
My hate for you is about to thrive

(I) Hope that you will rot in hell
(I) dreamed about feeling well
(I′m) praying every fucking day
(You) you are the reason for all my pain

I hate you
Every single one
I hate you
I'm not the one who′s lost
Fuck

Bree