Sick Of It All by Distillers, The

Murder, murder
A ripe blood stain
Pulled the fucking trigger cause I'm sick of it all
Murder, murder
A ripe fucking hate
Pulled the fucking trigger cause I'm sick of it all

I went to school today with an oozi
There's this kid, he teased me so I shot him in the face
All the world's light won't ease my pain
It won't cease, I'm deseased, will you hang me please
I'm a nihilist, raised on violence
What do I do, I'm American youth
All my life I've lived in silence
I'm gonna snap, I'll get you back

I'm a girl, I'm only thirteen
My body rots cause I won't fucking eat
I'm a silent star on a B-roll
I'm a mirror fucking image of no control
Give me the award
I conquered food again
What else is better in life than to purge my pain
If I cut
I won't look like that
If I cut, if I cut, I won't feel like this shit

We are kids, we think life is a scam
We come from wasted land
We are kids, we play punk rock 'n' roll
If we didn't we got no soul

We are different kids with the same heartbeat
We got one pulse running through the streets
They are our arteries
We are different kids with the same heartbeat
We got one pulse running through the streets
I am part of this