Disembodied - Cynic lyrics

Tell me all your f**ing problems And i\'ll listen with and open ear Then I\'ll tell you where to take them Cause I don\'t f**in care You make me sick With all your standards Sick with all your rules. Sick with all your propaganda You f**ing fools... You make me sick! (x4) One shot and f** the rest If thats how it\'s gotta be f** your hierchy What makes you think your better than me? Who are you to judge me? Who died and made you god? f** you. I\'ll see you in hell Now i see through your facade You make me sick Mothaf**er! You don't know the pain i've felt You don't know the strain i've delt So f** you f** you (x3) You don't know what the f** i've been through So f** you.