God damn it.

The bomb has went off.
My temper is on and off.
I can't predict what I'm capable of.

Everything seems so fucked up.
Everything seems to be going against me.
Or issit me going against the flow?

Iono. But I know a thing or so.
That I've blown and can't put up with the nonsense no more.

Fuck it. Why am I hollering about all this shit here,
In this fucked up mood that I have.
On this earth I hardly find any peace,
All I hear is nonsense.

So people like fucking me up and think it's fun.
Fuck you cats. Fuck with me one more time.
And Imma take your bloody life.
I swear I'm not letting things rest as easy
As I used to handle stuffs in the past.