Testo Usual crap Trepalium

Usual crap

Too small, too fat, too shy
Too small; too skinny, too blind
Too twat, too creepy, too "has-been"
To cast myself astray
Too fake, too sly, too boastful
To be right
Too cocky, too dumb, too hateful
To tell me what I do

Tomorrow will be better But it keeps going on
Give me you're usual crap And life goes on
So that you can live on it
You call yourself a friend
While you keep beating on
The sadness that fuels my hands

Too drunk, too fucked, to write
Too chicken shit, too frightened, too much
Fuck you

You don't know who I am
Neither where I come from
So shut up motherfucker
And find someone else to blame
I'm offering you barbwire
And light yourself on fire
Now if I break you're legs
Will you get on you're knees and beg?