Survival of the Sickest Lyrics

Fuck your feelings

Nobody gives a fucking shit

About your precious fucking feelings

Cold world cold hearted cold hard truth

We don't fuck with you

Let's be honest nobody fucks with you

And let's be more specific about this

Our suspect matches

All of the descriptions

Thats a lethal amount of blood loss

For jesus on the cross

Before the blood clots

We will all rot in hell

Die for the sins

Of someone else's insignificant other

It was one way or another

And either way you got found out

Find some things you wish were not true

And find another excuse to excuse

This abuse fuck domestic disputes

I'm a domestic disturbance disturbing the

Peace and what if I told you I was

Dead fucking serious

And either way you got found out

Parental advisory these pigs planted

Psychoactive drugs on me

Babygirl there are microphones in the plants

I fell the fuck out and woke up

Several hours later

And you know as far as I know

She doesn't know how much I hate her

I hope that you are happy being sad as fuck

Involved like it or not

We're just not

Liking it when you take the seriousness

Out of how serious this is

The feeling in your gut

Stick the fuck with it

The sound of you dying is licke music to my ears

I'll give you one good goddamned reason to trust me

Funny you say that

We're not laughing with you anymore

We're laughing right in your fucking face

No eyewitnesses

No faces no cases

No need for any further investigations

Just try this literally not giving a shit

And they lost their case entirely dismissed

The same day

Pardon my broken English

Excuse my bad fucking language

It's just unacceptable

Death wish what's next bitch

And you have got me fucking stupid

I don't think you know what time it is

And either way you got found out