Frustrated - Ill Niño

I’m sick of laws, I’m sick of rules

I’m sick of politics in our schools

And I just feel like breaking something

I’m sick of love

I’m sick of hate

I’m sick of everything in my way

Look at what I’ve got myself at

So question yourself

So question your God

So question your will

I could fucking kill it

It’s getting stray

I can’t explain

Too late to question our fucking fate

You want to know

Just fucking think

'Cause I can’t answer a fucking thing

So ask yourself

So ask your God

'Cause I could only care fucking less

This is getting so frustrating

Where is my God when I need him the fucking most?

I’m desolated, isolated

Nothing matters, and I will make it

All my questions lead to nowhere

I’m contemplating, separating

My religion breeds from nothing

Would I really be heard somewhere?

So reap what you sow

Get back what you give

And pay what you won’t

Don’t you love your country?

It’s getting stray

I can’t explain

Too late to question our fucking fate

You want to know

Just fucking think

'Cause I can’t answer a fucking thing

So ask yourself

So ask your God

'Cause I could only care fucking less

This is getting so frustrating

Where is my God when I need him the fucking most?