Milieu tells me who I am and what I want Vacant eyes and polite lies get me everywhere I'm not a threat the signs would say But I have no conscience, no internal monologue
"The group is right The stakes are low" Thus spake the clone A rapist and a leech But his friends say it's cool So he never questions it
Comfortable inside the box it's like the womb Comfortable exploiting people it's like a game I don't need to think for myself There's a ready made self image in what I consume What I consume.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.