Proletariate Kill My Friends
I resent your face
What's left to say
You self centred cunt
I've had enough
You can kiss goodbye
To me you just f..cking died
You've dug a grave
Dead and buried is where you'll stay
I hope you like your maggot friends
I hope they eat your flesh
You can rot in the mess you've made
I won't be fooled again
You're the victim of my hate
Don't f..cking talk to me again
I'm tired of you
You're a pathetic excuse
You call me your friends
To me you're f..cking dead
Six feet underground
Not a word not a sound
I hope you like your maggot friends
I hope they eat your flesh
You can rot in the mess you've made
I won't be fooled again
Six feet underground
Not a word not a sound
Napalm, Set this shit on fire
