You people out there give us something more than just record sales
You give us something to hate
And we hate you, you brainless mutants
Hate (16x)
You hunched and blinded mutants
living in chat rooms
You masturbate on the sheets
your mothers clean for you
You have lined my pockets
overflowed with gold
You're living with your parents
and you're 35 years old
You're a bunch of banks
that I'd like to rob
You're my online cash transaction
you're my future stocks
Transfer you like money
to a Swiss account
Spend you on an impulse
and zero you all out
Hate (16x)
I would like to get some sleep
but you keep buying all our things
My overhead is way too deep
for us to not make all these things
It's way too cynical, you see?
Hating what's supporting me
I am not you, I thank the gods
and if I were, I'd die like dogs
Die (30x)
DIE!
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