Teksty: Nasum. Drop Dead.

A putrid stench of ignorance
Spreads around you
Walking in the wrong direction
It seems you have no clue

Your stupid remarks pollute
The air I breathe
You're a walking, talking parasite
On decency you feed

Your neo Nazi intelligence
Seems to me like very poor defense
What do I have to do to get through to you?
Why don't you just drop dead?