Lyrics Therapy? – Meat Abstract
Text:
Wake up… time to die!
No one knows the trouble I’ve seen
No one knows my mind
Don’t think about it, you won’t feel bad
You can’t touch me now
Hate, freedom
Hate, freedom
Hate, freedom
Hate, freedom
When I grow up
Wanna be, gonna be like me
You’ll be dyin’, I’ll be smilin’
Just you wait and see
Hate, freedom
Hate, freedom
Hate, freedom
Hate, freedom (Motherfucker)
