Send the whiners straight to hell

Another whiny anthem on the radio — fuck that
Sad boys crying 'bout their feelings, oh so slow — fuck that
Pop-rock lullabies for the fragile crowd
Turn it up? Nah — turn it down, it's way too loud
Snotty little verses, tear-stained little lies
Grown men weeping in their vintage disguise

Where's the fire? Where's the rage? Where's the blood?
Just another softie drowning in the mud
Riffs were forged in steel and war
Now it's all about your feelings and your scar
Mama's little rockstar crying on the stage
Grab your tissues, wipe your face, and turn the fucking page

Snot! Tears! Get the fuck out!
Snot! Tears! Shut your crying mouth!
Snot! Tears! Get the fuck out!
Send the whiners straight to hell — shout!
No more sighs, no more boo-hoo —
Thrash is back and coming for you!

Acoustic little moans, trauma in a major key
Everybody's pain on sale for a fee
You call it art — I call it slow decay
Real metal doesn't whimper — it slays
Sharpened phrase and riff of steel
This is how the wounded feel

Snot! Tears! Get the fuck out!
Snot! Tears! Shut your crying mouth!
Snot! Tears! Get the fuck out!
Send the whiners straight to hell — shout!
No more sighs, no more boo-hoo —
Thrash is back and coming for you!

History was bitter, history was loud
We don't cry about it — we stand proud
No safe space in the pit tonight
Only speed, only rage, only fight

Snot! Tears! Get the fuck out!
Snot! Tears! Shut your crying mouth!
Snot! Tears! Get the fuck out!
Send the whiners straight to hell — shout!
No more sighs, no more boo-hoo —
Thrash is back and coming for you!

Snot. Tears. Gone.
Fuck your feelings.
Mercy dies!