Indestructible
Now become the glory impossible
Thuggery unknown
Now become the bringers of pain
Irresponsible
Cannot trust youth with understanding
I despise you all
Look and see and all feel the same
Blatant output signal
Chorus of the fail
Waste of art and music
Virtuous feces
Leave my f*cking eyes alone
I'm deafened by the chorus
The chorus of look at me
Maybe I'm just old
Did children always live so desperately?
A chorus of the failing
You are nothing special
I f*cking hate you all
I'll take a shit on your works
And smash your stupid face in it
Then crush your balls
Irate
Your works now rent asunder
Irate
Cower as we bring down the thunder
The meaning of what you say
No one cares about you anyway
Juvenile ambiguity
Proof of your naivety
Power
Werewolves - Irate Lyrics
Werewolves - Irate Lyrics
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Indestructible
Now become the glory impossible
Thuggery unknown
Now become the bringers of pain
Irresponsible
Cannot trust youth with understanding
I despise you all
Look and see and all feel the same
Blatant output signal
Chorus of the fail
Waste of art and music
Virtuous feces
Leave my f*cking eyes alone
I'm deafened by the chorus
The chorus of look at me
Maybe I'm just old
Did children always live so desperately?
A chorus of the failing
You are nothing special
I f*cking hate you all
I'll take a shit on your works
And smash your stupid face in it
Then crush your balls
Irate
Your works now rent asunder
Irate
Cower as we bring down the thunder
The meaning of what you say
No one cares about you anyway
Juvenile ambiguity
Proof of your naivety
Power
Now become the glory impossible
Thuggery unknown
Now become the bringers of pain
Irresponsible
Cannot trust youth with understanding
I despise you all
Look and see and all feel the same
Blatant output signal
Chorus of the fail
Waste of art and music
Virtuous feces
Leave my f*cking eyes alone
I'm deafened by the chorus
The chorus of look at me
Maybe I'm just old
Did children always live so desperately?
A chorus of the failing
You are nothing special
I f*cking hate you all
I'll take a shit on your works
And smash your stupid face in it
Then crush your balls
Irate
Your works now rent asunder
Irate
Cower as we bring down the thunder
The meaning of what you say
No one cares about you anyway
Juvenile ambiguity
Proof of your naivety
Power
Writer: Matthew Wilcock, Sam Beam, David Haley
Copyright: Lyrics © TuneCore Inc., Royalty Solutions Corp, PFIVE Entertainment Mexico
Copyright: Lyrics © TuneCore Inc., Royalty Solutions Corp, PFIVE Entertainment Mexico