(Fuck ya!)

Wipe that fucking grin off your face!

Wipe that fucking grin off your face!

I don't give a shit about your taste!

I don't wanna know, what's your taste!

Just the fur, just milk, just meat, well done and let the cattle taste the gun

When I compare you to your steak, your IQ is 3 and the steak has 8!

I just gotta get you out of my mind

All that you give to me, give to me, give to me, give to me are dumb smiles and damn bad excuses

And again I stare into the killing trap

And you just lie to me, lie to me, lie and don't care

As long as they feed you medium rare

Shut your fucking mouth, when you talk

Shut that stinky mouth, when you talk

I don't wanna talk to a gawk,

I just don't wanna talk to a gawk

Bout gains, bout chains, bout wealth, bout health

And surely not about your fucking B12

And again, you do it again,

Although it kills me, yes it kills me inside

And if I could, I would let it go

But it just breaks me, yes it tears me apart

Tell me how, can you live through, through all these lies and survive it