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Woorden: No-Cash. Run Your Pockets. Life Sucks.


Sadness is all I've ever known.
Inside my retched body it's grown.
It has eaten me away, to what the fuck I am today.
There's nothing left for me to say.
There's nothing there for me to hate.
There's no feelings, and there's no thoughts.
My body's left to fucking rot.
Life sucks, life sucks, life sucks, life sucks.

It has been fucking this way, since my fucking waking day.
To this fucking land of waste.
We're worked, erased, and then replaced.
Boredom has taken over my brain.
Chilled the blood inside my veins
Left me in this place insane.
All in sickness and in pain.
Life sucks, life sucks, life sucks, life sucks.

Everyday we gotta rot away in school
I'm feeling like a fucking fool
I HATE EVERYONE, they all hate me in return.
People bitching off my ear.
I can no longer fucking hear.
Nothing ever goes my way.
And it's never gonna fucking change.
Life sucks, life sucks, life sucks, life sucks
I hate my life, I hate my life, I hate my life, I hate my life!
I hate my life, I hate my life, I hate my life, I hate my life!
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