Paroles:
Blameshifters The Feast Before The Famine

Cover up the dry patches with an overbearing sense of religion kill your friends if thats what they're worth society makes you feel like a jerk children

On top of the ladder and jumping for higher only a corrupt government rewards a liar men with so much should be dead don't let it seem like you're letting

Driven sick of sleeping simple half awake broken feeling down na na na na slipping claustrophobic dripping in the drain dammit fuckin' dumb

Our culture's in decline not how we like but what we do best on a leash with our hands cuffed to our feet hollywood tits offer me good buys silcone advertised

Standing in the fog i feel like everything is wrong but something keeps telling me i've got to go on walking down the street i'm overcome by summer heat