Sick Fist

In my world it’s all dark
Everything falls apart
I feel down 24/7
Rage’s my religion, you heathen!

Why? I don’t know
But I hate you all
To me hatred is natural
When I’m sick of it all
I raise my fist
I’m the mega-anarchist

Why? I don’t know
But I hate you all

I don’t need
A reason why!
I break, I blast
Get out my way

I cannot bear you, mega-anarchist
As those on the right, you’re an extremist
You hate therefore you are
But life is not as simple as that