Mér hefur alltaf fundist þessi texti flottur Slayer - Exile Even though some things are better left unsaid There's a few things I need to get off my chest I need to vent - let me tell you why I'm suicidal, maniacal, self-destructive You leave me no hope, no life Nothing worth living for I've taken it, can't take it anymore My worst nightmare You make me want to slit my own fucking throat Just so I'll be rid of you Just to get rid of you You self-righteous fuck Give me a reason not to rip...