As I bake in this rancid oven that we call earth, hard to breathe through filth and muck that
Rides our air. All I taste, the bile phlegm collects within. Feeling like shit, again, again,
Again, again! URA F***ING LOSER AND YOU ARE NOTHING! Never rise, stuck within the depths of
Which 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 my soul. URA F***ING LOSER AND YOU ARE
NOTHING! You're a F***ing loser! That's all that you'll be. You're just a F***ing loser! No, not
Me! URA F***ING LOSER AND YOU ARE NOTHING! F*** OFF YOU AIN'T SHIT!
