Disembodied Cynic Lyrics

Cynic Lyrics

Tell me all your fucking problems 

and i'll listen with and open ear 

then I'll tell you where to take them 

cause I don't fuckin care 

You make me sick 

with all your standards 

sick with all your
rules. 

sick with all your propaganda 

you fucking fools... 



you make me sick! (x4) 



One shot and fuck the rest 

if thats how it's gotta be 

fuck your hierchy 

what makes you
think your better than me? 

who are you to judge me? 

who died and
made you god? 

Fuck you. 

I'll see you in hell 

now i see
through your facade 



you make me sick 

mothafucker! 



You don't know the pain i've felt 

you don't know the strain
i've delt 

so fuck you 

fuck you (x3) 



You don't know
what the fuck i've been through 

so fuck you.