Instrumente
Ensembles
Genres
Compozitori
Artiştilor

Text: Hypocrisy. Catch 22. Turn the Page.

Hey! Why don't you ever stop?
You're shittin' on yourself and shittin' in the wind
Friends and spittin' on their porch
And about the things you don't understand?

Die! Why don't you fuckin' die or run and hide?

Ha! Ain't got the fuckin' time to hear you fuckin' lie
You're driving me crazy
Lockin' up I'll fuck you up
I made enough to open talk
You give me no choice

Die! why don't you fuckin' die and run and hide?
Shit! just talk your fuckin' shit spinnin' lies

I hear it's callin' judgement day
I feel it's callin' your name
I see it's comin' rollin' in
'Cuz we may never turn the page

You're face, just hate your stupid face
Don't wanna be around, you when you are near
Dig yourself six feet under
You'll never ever come again

I hear it's callin' judgement day
I feel it's callin' your name
I see it's comin' rollin' in
'Cuz we may never turn the page

Do you think I care what's on your mind?
I don't wanna see your ugly face

I got no time
I run and hide

Turn you upside down
Don't wanna waste our time
Send you straight to death
I'm gonna put you down in Hell

I hear it's callin' judgement day
I feel it's callin' your name
I see it's comin' rollin' in
'Cuz we may never turn the page