Lyrics:

it's apparent to me, that you are happy to be,

stumbling around in your bullshit fantasy,

where everybody wears this phony ass grin

and nobody's ugly, or willing to look in-side

the mirror, they hide from the terror

that the world is not a utopian place

it's iller than ever with scumbags and killers

as the head motherfucker I spit in your face



I'll bet they write us off as a bunch of illiterates

With nothing to say, and think that we're ignorant

afraid of our might, so they label us belligerant

how can they be so motherfuckin arrogant?

to think we'll stand by and take this shit

we are the strong and they the insignificant

so here's my reply to your condescending statements

all you fuckin faggots can suck my dick



sick of all the lies, I despise all you fuckin fakes

comes as no surprise, your demise, you fuel my hate



hatred-anger contempt-plastic



you commercial motherfuckers coming out like your hard

you wanna talk shit lets pull some cards

the mike is my blowgun, spittin' venomous darts

I'm calling you all out, and you know who you are

These plastic people on this plastic planet

Are under my skin, and no one gives a fucking shit

pop genocide, my solution seems drastic

you've got no heart, I know that you're plastic



I am the voice of hate!!!

Why are you all so fake?

I am the voice of hate!!!

You're plastic