Asomvel
Album • 2009
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Spineless haters sat at their screens Masturbators by all manner of means Stab in the back from enemies unseen Lower form of life there's never been Chorus You think you hide, I might know your face You got no pride, you're a real disgrace If I can't stop it, I'll take it like a man though I won't be troubled by an internet commando Real world exists outside your room Come taste the whiskey, smell the perfume Your life is wasted sat in the gloom So show some balls, stir from your tomb I'm a big boy now, I can take it all So grow up suckers, come to the ball Say it to my face or don't say it at all Or fuck you, fuck them, fuck 'em all
Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025
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