Texty: Loudness. Exultation.

I know you are scared
I know you are afraid
I know you are nothing
Won't you get out of my sight
Before I beat the sh** out of you
You miserable and worthless creature
A natural born finger-pointer
Who the hell you think you are?
All that you can do Trembling with fear
Hey loser you'd better shut your mouth
Be a man, die like a man

[Chorus:]
We'll never give up