And losing hearts we are all singing.
Always on the brink of death, refugees in anger.
A rock in the gut, they are the losers,
firing the cannons of the anguish and the pain.
All that anger dripping, are the wounds bleeding.
All that anger dripping, are the wounds bleeding.
In the fury of people living their lives bitches,
In the fury of people living their lives bitches,
br/>a lot of what you felt was really shit.
Don't worry, little man, men don't cry.
Don't worry, little man, you just want to die.
Hate, hate, hate , I hate...