Kids grow in this omnipresent violence, No wonder then some of them get mentally ill And develop a fascination for assassination The will to kill Going into schools with guns, to shoot and run To kill for fun An easy trick to get some days of ridiculous recognition The enraged soldier never has thirty lives It's not Contra here, don't you realize? When you pull the trigger, one time is enough There's no reset button when you blow brains off
[Chorus:] But in the end, I don't give a damn, enough worries for today It's not worth it, the world can't be changed, and it's too late anyway I'm the prophet of nothing, I preach to the wind, my words fall on deaf ears All I believe in seems to gradually disappear
And then what happens? Medias are there to serve you the disaster Shooting are gold mines for some subspecies of shit diggers Death sells and they all want a slice of the pie Cameras zoom on the traumatized blonde's tearful eyes
Day after day, the crime is on the screen Variations on the same fucking thing Till you wanna throw Your TV out of the window Till you get retarded And strangled yourself with the cord
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Atlas could bear the world on his shoulders I can't. It's too heavy, and I'm a quitter All I wanna do is relax a little Pull the plug on my schizophrenic battle Stop the train of thoughts before it breaks all my bones Tell the ghost of the child I was to leave me aloneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
