There's a new kind of preposterous game That keeps growing In insidious circles That we seem to like
It's gathering of vultures The branding of the future It's the incoming voice We hear when we don't want to
I aim to draw closer From the true calling of my nature I just wished we all would see the light We are easy to follow, easy to prey on, we suck
The machine band leads us in a grueling dance That echoes through nothing and feels like a trap As the mystery men and enchant us with their ads We parade as puppets, blending in the mass
I'd love to be better than The army of ground fools and followers But there's no going back from the delight We are eager to swallow, and easy preys we are sheit
Some time ago I started in this place I'll call the gap A big cocoon of vanity for us to feel just right If history tells anything it tells we like to be In a climate for misanthropy, an agony for thoughts
I would like to be set aside If I had the courage to leave it'd be gone in an hour
It's the sugar on my toothbrush the nailing of my cross The shitting in my coffee, the mushroom on my crotch It's neighborhood watchdog that's pissing on my porch The yoga pants on heavy girls, the alarm on my clockTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
