I don't believe nothing is wrong I don't relive my past I don't believe in much I don't believe in the system It never works the way it should I wanna
ants march in and out of line Forgetting who they meet, thinking of what they find Forever running out of time Marching in and out of line But I won't
It's like a street gang with a name If you want the job done right, do it yourself It'd be nice to have no boss So destroy at all cost You fuck with
things when you really don't want them Come in your home but you don't know how to stop them Force you shit when you really don't need it Make you eat
right Put my fist through the wall I have a hard time seeing your side When it's hard looking at your face And you just build a wall Communication isn't
false security (And I don't know if this applies to me) I cannot tell when I'm feeling sick Because of what the masses predict (And I don't know if this
were the one You were the one Some folks were never meant to last my friend Some people meet an early end Things happen when you don't go to sleep Wide
work at the... You know we own your first born Now you've been warned We're warning you You know this way of life won't die Until the spirit's sucked
The smashed glass it's a mess how'd they find my street I live on and why'd they pick my fucking address? What I had was what I lost it didn't matter
Sometimes it feels (like I'm walking on a tightrope). I jump fast, can't last It's too late to stop (It's too late) Hope is only a shadow now Sometimes
I might need the help So can you come along? Poke out your eyes so you can't see Casting shadows Your retina's burnt, now we can lead Casting shadows So we can't
lock the doors Here less ain't more Are you reinforced? Breathing, living, damaging Nervous system managing Breathing, living, damaging The parts that make us feel As if we're real My hands don't
I hate when I can't get control I hate when I can't get control I see them bought and I see them sold I hate when I can't get control Instinctive, keen
digs a hole for the spirits deceased Now I think that is a hell I can believe All were ignored Most were in pain You can't call that humane (Nine kinds