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Teksty: Outbreak. No One Cares.

It's time to wake up and get it through your head
your games are coming to a fucking end
You think you're something other than a fake
but watching you pose is more than I can take
You'll die a nobody and that's fine with me
'cause you'll never understand or ever see
that you're a fucking lowlife and you're going nowhere
no one likes you and no one cares
It's time to wake up and get it through your head
your games are coming to a fucking end
You think you're something other than a fake
but watching you pose is more than I can take
You'll die a nobody and that's fine with me
'cause you'll never understand or ever see that you're a fucking lowlife and you're going nowhere, no one likes you and no one fucking cares
lets go

Fuck, fuck, fuck you
no one likes you
no one cares
no one likes you
no one cares
no one likes you
no one cares
no one likes you
no one cares