Cynic

Cynic Lyrics

Tell me all your f**king problems
and i'll listen with and open ear
then I'll tell you where to take them
cause I don't f**kin care
You make me sick
with all your standards
sick with all your rules.
sick with all your propaganda
you f**king fools...

you make me sick! (x4)

One shot and f**k the rest
if thats how it's gotta be
f**k your hierchy
what makes you think your better than me?
who are you to judge me?
who died and made you god?
f**k you.
I'll see you in hell
now i see through your facade

you make me sick
mothaf**ker!

You don't know the pain i've felt
you don't know the strain i've delt
so f**k you
f**k you (x3)

You don't know what the f**k i've been through
so f**k you.