Phobia - No Sympathy for the Weak текст песни

How old until this rumors fold
You seem like shit, you junkie having fool
When it’s done you’ll be first to go No sympathy…
For your weak!!!
No sympathy…
Your vice is stupidity!!!
There is an absence of this motive
There is nothing you’ve done that’s profound
Your ignorant… harsh outburst is a site
Your existence… is nothing more than a curse
You have gained nothing except my indulgence
People are not weak they see through your soul
Your weak attempts show you are suffering
Because you know you are… nothing!