Tortured - Sickret

Fuck

God damn

I ain’t hate nothing, but that cannot

Be true, try to live my life like everybody does

What what, There is something in the air a shadow surrounds us

Anger turns up my mind what a thrill, what a thrill I don’t know how to act

No sorry for my language

No mercy for your ears

I can see you crying

I can see your tears

What the fuck

Anger shows up my mind

I can’t stop the rising hate an explosion between my ears, just one question

plagues me

Why do you like this shit, why do you like this shit

Why do you like this shit, why why why do you like this shit why

Why do you like this shit, why do you like this shit

Why do you like this shit, why why why do you like this shit why

Fuck

No sorry for my language

No mercy for your ears

I can see you crying

I can see your tears 2x

I’d rather blow my fucking brains out and spray’em all over the wall

Than listen to any more of those disposable songs

They keep playing on the radio all day long

I’ve been to the SMAs, the rotten heart of babylon

Just thinking about it makes me violently sick

They peddle junk and you idiots keep buying this shit

Now all you spearses and biebers are in for a fierce treat

Sickret and Deyna till your motherfucking ears bleed

Shut the fuck up, be mediocre

Step aside, bitches, we’re taking over

In your damn face, out of nowhere

Back the fuck off, bitch, we're taking over

We’re taking over

Enough of this torture

What, what, what, what, What, what, what, what

What, what, what, whaaaaaaaaat oh

Now it’s time, to stand up (stand up)

That can’t be true (true)

It’s time to mess around it’s time

Are, are you not, (sick) sick and tired

Of this suff- suffering oh