Rounding Up The Cattle

What the hell is happening
 The shit surrounds the fucked up things
 The scum that lay just scattering like landfill sites
 They're festering
 Stinking out the possibilities of ever listening
 Things can't always be the same and yes
 There's always room for change
 But don't follow some shitty craze
 That may seem cool because it pays
 You will look back and regret
 The fact you look so fucking wet
 I refuse to accept the way this shit has gone
 They seem to be breeding daily
 These scenes are all so wrong
 It's all about money gained
 Money spent on some pathetic products
 To try to be as fake as possible
 Please just die and get out of my way
 Get out of my way you stupid pansies
 And never return
 I hope you all get slaughtered and never reborn
 Rounding up the cattle
 Die you wastes of space and leave things the way they were
 You're all as camp as a row of pink tents
 And will get what you deserve