You think that you are extreme But you are only a peace of sh** Take away tour spikes and crosses And your extremism will gone Your black clothes scare The grandmas, but not me You think you are different by others, a rebel But you're only a stupid looser You talk about hate and d**h Then you kiss your sweety girlfriend (who*e) You say that you're a misanthrope But every f**ed dumb here is your friend You want to appear depressed But the smile does not go away from your mouth The purpose of your existence Is to attract the attention of the others Dressed like a h*mos**ual scum For me you are an enemy It will be great to come at one of your meetings with a Panzer And blow your broken a**es