I'm sick as shit
I'm overwarming
I think to much
I can't go to work
Rich men
Getting no shame
I hope they'll hurt
When they'll land
The sky is not for vicious skull
Get your shit together
I'm not a tender flower
White proud to trash
I'm sick of the news
It get me the blues
Hungry and angry
I've no job to feed me
No hope to keep on
Nobody to help me
Playing for nothing
Standing and striking
I won't plead for more
Not my kind to implore
I've to back up
I wanna trhow up
Stuff get too real
I've no time to kill
Selling lies
To make some dollars
Your life is too dull
And the end terrible
Let's stand together
And fight for the better
Recover our power
No time for the sinner
White pride to trash
If I don't move I die
But i'm still terrified