Trapped on the inside, you stare in
Who the [bad word] are you to tell us anything
Rotting right through, poison inside
31 flavours of napalm to try
 [bad word] you and your plans
I live my life my way
Vai tomá no cu
You scumbag, you waste

Tired of your ways, hate rising again
I know you'd like to see me put a bullet in my brain
I'm not gonna be part of your plan [bad word] your solutions 'cause nothing gets changed