some do it seem talk of god
you know it seems i find this odd
i live in a world that i know is real
because of the pain it makes me feel
so dont coem that fuck shitwith me
so wheres the proof that i can see
your torture and your lies dont work
no matter how you make them hurt
so dont you come that shit with me
the foulest lies arent mystery
you cannot yet destroy this thing
i was here before you begin

so your rent boys can eat your shit
cos you wont get away with it