Tekster: Sick Of It All. Force My Hand.

Why do what you do? Is this major malfunction new?
Isn't it clear to everyone here?
What died deep inside is benevolence now denied
What about pride, was it cast aside?

So when I see you friend companionship will come to an end
'Cause of the way you drove me to dismay

Force, force my hand, forced to take a hostile stand
Force, force my hand, forced into a violent plan
Never gonna want another like it

Benefit me, benefit you, please benefit the whole damn world
Nobody needs your criminal greed couldn't you change
Rearrange put your character back in place?
It's a waste to see someone so

Base guilt is put away for another day
Conscience really non-existent only in the way lowest of the low
Caught in undertow swimming in a sea of dirt sinking as you go
Please don't do this