Rage

Fucked up asses wiped real clean.

Wagging dogs that can't move on.

All these kiss ups eating right out of the butt

In five years it doesn't matter

Watchful fucking eyes like they really own shit.

Who the fuck is it answerable to.

All these jobless whores trying to get a life out.

In five years, washed up dead.

Saggy brows and beauty lines

Can't grow up counts Facebook likes

All these material rags like a little selfish zombie.

In five years, who cares?

Promises made real nice and pretty

Stays the same, cheating asslick petty

All these lying fuckers not getting to the point.

In five years, remain liars.

In five years it doesn't matter. 

Right now they doesn't matter.

Bored up lives looking at mine.

Fuck yourselves - like the walking dead.

In five years.

You won't remember yourselves.