Hard to breathe through filth and muck that rides our air.
All I taste, the bile phlegm collects within.
Feeling like shit, again, again, again, again!
Ura fucking loser and you are nothing!
Never rise, stuck within the depths of which I dwell.
No way out, feel I'll meet my maker soon.
I'm just waiting to die and take a different form.
I am cold, smiling as hate keeps burning my soul.
Ura fucking loser and you are nothing! "
"As I bake in this rancid oven that we call earth, Hard to breathe through filth and muck that rides our air. All I taste, the bile phlegm collects within. Feeling like shit, again, again, again, again! Ura fucking loser and you are nothing! Never rise, stuck within the depths of which I dwell. No way out, feel I'll meet my maker soon. I'm just waiting to die and take a different form. I am cold, smiling as hate keeps burning my soul. Ura fucking loser and you are nothing! " Explain Request ×
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