As I Bake In This Rancid Oven That We Call Earth, Hard To Breathe Through Filth And Muck That

Rides Our Air. All I Taste, The Bile Phlegm Collects Within. Feeling Like Shit, Again, Again,

Again, Again! URA F***ING LOSER AND YOU ARE NOTHING! Never Rise, Stuck Within The Depths Of

Which I Dwell. No Way Out, Feel I'll Meet My Maker Soon. I'm Just Waiting To Die And Take A

Different Form. I Am Cold, Smiling As Hate Keeps Burning My Soul. URA F***ING LOSER AND YOU ARE

NOTHING! You're A F***ing Loser! That's All That You'll Be. You're Just A F***ing Loser! No, Not

Me! URA F***ING LOSER AND YOU ARE NOTHING! F*** OFF YOU AIN'T SHIT!