Cynic Lyrics

Tell me all your f****** problems
And I'll listen with and open ear
Then I'll tell you where to take them
Cause I don't f*****' care
You make me sick
With all your standards
Sick with all your rules.
Sick with all your propaganda
You f*****' 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
m**********!
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.