Im not awake
But Im not dead
The drugs are late
Lost my money again
They never gave you anything
You think you get the fucking point
Ill live right through the fucking guilt
I see the point but I cant find a reason to get though this fucking alive!
Im not all right
But Im ok
Im not all right
But Im ok
I am a pessimist
All hale the anarchist
All hale the rest who never gave a motherfucking shit
Its still in season
Time to celebrate
Pave the way and rid the world of all the walking waste
What I say is
Ill show you something
A middle finger with a battle axe you fucking cunt
I got a new way
So you can fuck yourself
Kill a motherfucker is all that I think about
Im not all right
But Im ok
Im not all right
But Im ok
Sometimes you gotta voice your opinions
Or your better off dead, youll lose your fucking mind!
Sometimes, you gotta look at yourself
See the world inside out, and scream it out loud
Motherfucker! kill that motherfucker! kill that motherfucker and its all that I think about!
Mother! kill that motherfucker! kill that motherfucker cause we all gotta scream out loud!
Im not all right
But Im ok
Im not all right
But Im ok
Ive found the easy way to die
Just educate myself and pretend all Ive learned comes true
And yet I know that all Ill lose is you
Have you ever lost something that never seemed to have a face at all
It just screams out loud
It always cures the pain that would never leave
And causes even more
It just screams out loud
And. never. goes. away.
Fuck!
Motherfucker! kill that motherfucker! kill that motherfucker and its all that I think about!
Motherfucker! kill that motherfucker! kill that motherfucker!
Writer(s): Tom Maxwell, Holt Matthew Francis, Sickles Jr Thomas Joseph, Gaal William Thomas
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