Ura Fucking Loser

Bile

As I bake in this rancid oven that we call earth, 
hard to breathe through filth and muck that rides our air. 
All I taste, the bile phlegm collects within. 
Feeling like shit, again, again, again, again! 

URA FUCKING LOSER AND YOU ARE NOTHING! 

Never rise, stuck within the depths of which I dwell. 
No way out, feel I'll meet my maker soon. 
I'm just waiting to die and take a different form. 
I am cold, smiling as hate keeps burning my soul. 

URA FUCKING LOSER AND YOU ARE NOTHING! 

You're a fucking loser! 
That's all that you'll be. 
You're just a fucking loser! 
No, not me! 

URA FUCKING LOSER AND YOU ARE NOTHING! 
FUCK OFF YOU AIN'T SHIT!