No Thank You, I'm More in to Fake Grindcore

Hail boredom sweet pretender
Egocentric manic mender
You love yourself, but hate the man that’s under
I’ve got full serenity, and you’re the sound of thunder
I can’t believe why you bother to play them
Sit at home pretend to listen to Mayhem
Bought the t-shit, got the flag
Your life is such a deadly drag
You love yourself, but hate the man that’s under
I’ve got full serenity, and you’re the sound of thunder
What did you miss? Tell me what did you miss?
There is nothing greater than this and you’ll never come home
I don’t listen to a single word you say
We’ll be like unison in perfect disarray
You beg for all of the things they say, those are the garbage gods that you
wrongly praise