Texty:
Rottin Youth This Is What You Get

a halt. The world is dead, and we?re all at fault. We are all going to die. No one leaves here alive! Do you think that we'll survive? Will we get

bastard tell me I think wrong. Tell me what the hell I am, fucking bring it on! I can take your bullshit hit by fucking hit. Tell me what the hell I am you

shits if you died. You're going down and there's nowhere to hide. This is what you get! This is what you get when you piss the world off. This is what you get

gold. Million dollar guts inside of you all. So DIE!!! DIE!!! Fucking die. Die before you go and spread another lie. Living in this society is fucking hell, but is it this

I think about it every day. We didn't build this just to throw it away. So we'll still stand here screaming! The only time for violence is in the pit

youth, pushed away. We have no voice, we have no say. Fuck the youth, you're forgotten. Born rottin, die rottin! Ohhhhhh Born rottin die rottin!