Disembodied - Cynic Lyrics

Tell me all your f*cking problems
and i'll listen with and open ear
then I'll tell you where to take them
cause I don't f*ckin care
You make me sick
with all your standards
sick with all your rules.
sick with all your propaganda
you f*cking fools...

you make me sick! (x4)

One shot and f*ck the rest
if thats how it's gotta be
f*ck your hierchy
what makes you think your better than me?
who are you to judge me?
who died and made you god?
F*ck you.
I'll see you in hell
now i see through your facade

you make me sick
mothaf*cker!

You don't know the pain i've felt
you don't know the strain i've delt
so f*ck you
f*ck you (x3)

You don't know what the f*ck i've been through
so f*ck you.