I Hope You Feel Allright.

I Hope You Sleep Ok.

I Hope The Bugs All Bite

And You Rot Away.

I Hope You Crash Your Car.

I Hope You Don't Get Far

I Hope Your Asking Why ...

You Gotta Die, Yeah.



And When You Run And Hide

You Suck On Misplaced Pride.

I Hope You Hate This Shit!

I Hope Your Clothes Don't Fit!

I Hope You're All Alone,

I Not Your Stepping Stone.

I Hope You Asking Why...

You Gotta Die, Yeah