Good fucking luck, you werewolf.

Let's write songs about hatred, not about you, not about me.
Just fury and pain, and darkness. Anything you don't want.

Let's not sing softly anymore, let's be driven by anger.
We're all going down, we're all equal by the end of tonight.
We scream, we pogo, we shout and even rap.

I'm not pissed off, anger is, and his not only pissed off with me.
He's pissed off with you. But he's so bored about it now, you can actually walkthrough while he sleeps, early in the morning.