Sandro Büchler - Tortured lyrics

f** God damn I ain't hate nothing, but that cannot Be true, try to live my life like everybody does What what, There is something in the air a shadow surrounds us Anger turns up my mind what a thrill, what a thrill I don't know how to act No sorry for my language No mercy for your ears I can see you crying I can see your tears What the f** Anger shows up my mind I can't stop the rising hate an explosion between my ears, just one question plagues me Why do you like this sh**, why do you like this sh** Why do you like this sh**, why why why do you like this sh** why Why do you like this sh**, why do you like this sh** Why do you like this sh**, why why why do you like this sh** why f** No sorry for my language No mercy for your ears I can see you crying I can see your tears 2x I'd rather blow my f**ing brains out and spray'em all over the wall Than listen to any more of those disposable songs They keep playing on the radio all day long I've been to the SMAs, the rotten heart of babylon Just thinking about it makes me violently sick They peddle junk and you idiots keep buying this sh** Now all you spearses and biebers are in for a fierce treat Sickret and Deyna till your motherf**ing ears bleed Shut the f** up, be mediocre Step aside, b**hes, we're taking over In your damn face , out of nowhere Back the f** off, b**h ,we're taking over We're taking over Enough of this torture What, what, what, what, What, what, what, what What, what, what, whaaaaaaaaat oh Now it's time, to stand up (stand up) That can't be true (true) It's time to mess around it's time Are, are you not, (sick) sick and tired Of this suff- suffering oh