You are an a**hole, You're the worst kind of worm That have crawled out of the ground Your existence I'm sorry to say is everywhere On the new job & on the beach, I find you there The Antichrist is born of a Jackal they say It seems that you've been born the same way I can tell that You didn't plan to go far I just want to know, who the hell You are You s** the bosses dicks, a sad shape You put the poor ones down, a human fake Your whole life is a masquerade All You are looking for: A better grade The whole creation knows, You're Satan's slave Who doesn't realise his sorrow & pain A child of the grave I tell You there ain't no use in denying Life's short & one day You are dying Then You stand trial to the maker What will You say to the giver & taker You believe the lies that fills your head All I say is let the dead bury the dead I'll tell what will be, Your biggest fear No one will remember Your name You weren't here