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God, send the meteor 'cause I've had enough of this And I'd like to see some good ole fashioned wrathful testament Why, why is it so hard to try, try to be open to Eyes, eyes that are not yours In shoes you’ve never walked in? When I heard you were dying I have to admit That I felt a bit of sympathy But then you open your mouth and confirmed to me That you’re a piece of shit and I’m glad you’re suffering, you fuck I’m not sorry, I’m not fucking sorry I'm not sorry anymore There’s a spеcial place in hell for you Therе’s a special place in hell for you I'm sure they’ve got your number at the door When I was young I used to hate myself Because bigots like you were given pedestals You proselytize in the name of religion But it’s all for show, you’re gonna be locked out of heaven There is no repenting, there is no coming back You’re going to hell with a mark on your back Where you’ll fry like a saint but unlike Joan of Arc You’re not worth the piss to put out the spark I’m not sorry, I’m not fucking sorry SongtexteI'm not sorry anymore There’s a special place in hell for you There’s a special place in hell for you I'm sure they’ve got your number at the door You spend your whole life trying to make others feel bad for things they can’t control And now you’re dying, clinging on to all the things you tell yourself but you know in your soul You will be forgotten And you will be forgotten like the snow and the ice While basking in a warm summer sun I’m not sorry, I’m not fucking sorry I'm not sorry anymore There’s a special place in hell for you There’s a special place in hell for you I'm sure they’ve got your number at the door Aus Songtexte Mania