The whole world is my enemy - and Im a walking target Two times the devil with all the significance Dragged and raped for the love of a mob I cant stay - because I cant be stopped Eat motherfuckers alive who cross us I know youre all tired of the same ol bosses Let me tell you how its gonna be Im gonna kill anyone who steps up in front of me Welcome to the same ol fucking scam Same ol shit in a dead fad Everybody wants to be so hard Are you real or a second rate sports card? They all lost their dad or their wife just died They never got to go outside - shut up Nobody gives a fuck It doesnt change the fact that you suck (we are) the anti-cancer (we are) the only answer Stripped down, we want you dead But whats inside of me, youll never know (we are) bipolar gods (we are) you know what we are My life was always shit And I dont think I need this anymore Now Im not pretty and Im not cool But Im fat and Im ugly and proud - so fuck you Standing out is the new pretension Sreamline the (sic)ness, half-assed aggression You gotta see it to believe it, we all got conned All the mediocre sacred cows we spawne Put your trust in the mission We will not repent - this is our religion (we are) the anti-cancer (we are) the only answer Stripped down, we want you dead But whats inside of me, youll never know (we are) bipolar gods (we are) you know what we are My life was always shit And I dont think I need this anymore I am hated You are hated We are hated Everything sucks and I can prove it Everybody dies, shuffle on, remove it Individuals, indispensable Im the paradox deity vessel ...the other side holds no secret But this side is done, I dont need it Before you go, you should know youre breaking down Youll be rotten by the time youre underground (we are) the anti-cancer (we are) the only answer Stripped down, we want you dead But whats inside of me, youll never know (we are) bipolar gods (we are) you know what we are My life was always shit And I dont think I need this anymore (we are) the source of conscience (we are) distorted sentients Theres only one thing left And I cant leave until its sated (we are) the absolute (we are) controlling you Theyre closing in, I cant escape I am hated

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August 2009