ŞARKI SÖZÜ
Is nothing sacred in these parasitic ways
Perhaps its just another way to make
you feel like you belong
I stand accused of all your insecurities
Somehow your smoke and your mirrors cannot hide the envy
Monsters under the bed, under the bed
Bash in your head
Somebody tell me, please tell me
Whos got my back
Harsh untruths and those pathetic little digs
I slit the throats of those fucking pathetic little pigs
On my beach I kick up metaphoric sand
I flush the toilet of weakness with mushroom clouds in hand
