I Hate Everything

[Spoken]
Let me tell you some-, the lyrics to "real rock music" is nothing more than satanic cyanide
Get it out of your house, throw it out, and burn it

I hate everything, I'm tryna to cause a scene
Yeah, I'm indecent when I'm on a couple of things
Mixed with a couple of drinks
I think I'm on a binge
This life don't let me live
These cuts all in my skin

Tonight I'm ready to die
I'm always ready to fight
I thought I knew this feeling
And now I'm always bleeding
So leave me here
No consequences
Dull my sеnses
I caught the tension

So shut up
You got mе fucked up (Fucked up!)
So shut up (Yeah!)
You got me fucked up (Fucked up!)
So shut up (Yeah!)
You got me fucked up (Fucked up!)
So shut up (Shut up!)
You got me fucked up (Fucked up!)