Ura f**ing Loser:
as i bake in this rancid oven that we call earth
hard to breath
thru filth and muck that rides our air
all i taste
the bile phlegm collects within
feeling like sh**
again again again again
URA fu*kING LOSER AND YOU ARE NOTHING
never rise
stuck within the depths of wich i dwell
no way out
feel i'll meet my maker soon
i'm just waiting to die and take a different form
i am cold
smiling as hate keeps burning in my soul
URA fu*kING LOSER AND YOU ARE NOTHING
NOTHING
you're a f**ing loser
that's all that you'll be
you are a f**ing loser
not me
YOU'RE A fu*kING LOSER AND YOU ARE NOTHING
fu*k OFF YOU AINT sh*t