Lletres:
Bad Genes Prove Em Wrong

No respect for anything, No respect for anyone There?s no good that?s left in me, Destruction is what I do for fun No control of what I say No control

Is this the end? The time has come; but we?ve got no reaction Still fighting each other, destroying our faction Are we still fighting for the same cause

I can live my life without money of fame I won?t take part in society?s game I can see the rich looking down on the poor Their heads up high like they

I won?t kneel down Before anyone A country full of fucking pricks Is what this has become Set us up for failure And force us to believe But all that