Hey hey, what do you say?
Do you want to be a part of the freakshow?
Look at 'em go. Evade, dodge. Collide and connect.
A split lip, a low kick. A moment of truth.
Deep down we all know what it means.
It's an animal urge to defy what you see.
But it's real. Right now I can almost relate.
A split second I can almost believe.

Right? Nothing. Right? Let's die just a little tonight.
Right? Step out line. Nothing's right!

Bruised knuckles and a gallon of gasoline.
Homocide rape and abuse.
Forcefed on a diet of hatred.
Shove it in. Shove it in. Shove it in. PUKE!
My life it will only begin when I finally see you go.
I will celebrate death - a divine pure grace -
To liberate me, and erase you.

Right? Nothing. Right? Let's die just a little tonight.
Right? Step out line. Nothing's right!

Hate me I will be fine.
Encourage me - and die!

Right? Nothing. Right? Let's die just a little tonight.
(Nothing you say matters)
Right? Step out line. Nothing's right! (Erase)

Nothing's right.

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): ANDERS MARTIN BJOERLER, JONAS FREDRIK BJOERLER, PATRIK JENSEN, PER MOELLER JENSEN, PETER WILHARD INGVAR DOLVING