There's no need to shout
In one's hour of need before
You must watch your past
Everything wrong that you did
Now you suffer and then
I want your death, I want your death
You must search for your f*cking self
You don't float on one's back
And now you listen to my words
It's too late right now
And now I want to say...
Now I want to say to you: f*ck!