Sick Lyrics

Stop your bullshit
I will never be your friend
Stop convincing me
Why don't you understand
That you are an a****** without hope
That you belong at the end of a rope
That your saviour means s*** to me
That I won't be a part of your slavery
f*** your God
f*** your life
f*** your church
And then your wife
Stop complaining
About my attitude
Stop believing
That I am in the mood
To take your blabla serious
'Bout some who died on a cross
To be totally f*****' positive
Be a dull and boring conservative
f*** your book
f*** your smile
f*** your rule
f*** your luck
Think of it - a******
That I'm sick of it - a******