You people out there give us something more than just record sales
You give us something to hate
And we hate you, you brainless mutants

Hate [16x]

You hunched and blinded mutants
living in chat rooms

You [bad word] on the sheets
your mothers clean for you

You have lined my pockets
overflowed with gold

You’re living with your parents
and you’re 35 years old

You’re a bunch of banks
that I’d like to rob

You’re my on-line cash transaction
you’re my future stocks

Transfer you like money
to a Swiss account

Spend you on an impulse
and zero you all out

Hate [16x]

I would like to get some sleep
but you keep buying all our things

My overhead is way too deep
for us to not make all these things

It’s way too cynical, you see?
Hating what’s supporting me

I am not you, I thank the gods
and if I were, I’d die like dogs

Die [30x]
DIE!