THE PLOT TO NUKE THE MIDWEST lyrics

Everybody's got something to f*cking say
f*ck what you think
Pretend they don't lay down and obey
I smile while you sink
Below oblivion in the blink of an eye
Cast aside; brood alone in despair
From your crossed eyes, see yourself as godlike
But no one listens or cares

f*ck what you think
Eat sh*t (sh*t, sh*t, sh*t)
Every one of them deserves to die
They fall from grace like weak f*cking flies

When it comes to the rest of you
I don't owe you a f*cking thing
Quit your b*tchin', you little p*ssant
Jump off of a bridge or tastе my f*cking gun

I said eat sh*t (sh*t, sh*t, sh*t)

Every word sounds like a f*cking cry
Inflatеd whelps that don't know how to read
Force fed; wasted breath
Don't think you should be allowed to breed
Thank god I'm not you
f*ck your opinions
f*ck your beliefs
And f*ck you
Stay the f*ck away from me
f*ck your opinions
f*ck your beliefs
And f*ck you
You are wasting our time

Bled my patience dry
You have found a way to make hell worse
But did you stop to think that you're not the worst?
You've given birth to humanity's curse

"I'm so f*cked up..."

Get the f*ck out my face

Think you are
f*cking paid
b*tch, you're not
Run that fade
Where's your friends?
They won't help
Bite the curb
Kill yourself
Kill yourself
Think you are
f*cking paid
b*tch, you're not
Run that fade
Where's your friends?
They won't help
Bite the curb
Kill yourself
Kill yourself