You'll be the first to judge, the first to cast doubt, the first to point fingers and the first to bail out. King of the drama circus. Craving the spotlight
the fear inside. I shut down. I went numb. Tried to escape but I couldn't outrun. Stressed my head until it broke. The days slipped through my fingers like smoke. It
that you won't believe it. We'll say it louder if you still don't hear it. You better run if you don't want to be near it. It's right outside your front
be enemies. Sin by omission; that's how we're fooled. Textbooks? Propaganda tools! If we only read what we're assigned, we're only coloring inside their lines. It
Fed a steady diet of tragedy. It's getting hard to look away. Content with the scraps they leave on our plate. I'm getting sick of the taste. Cutting
So you think you've got it sewn up tight? Well, you've got us up against the ropes tonight. But when the smoke clears, you'll be drawing flies, and we
the age is. They're getting rich burning books and building cages. Scared to death because they know where the rage is. My diagnosis: "fucked" - and I think it
see eye to eye. A lot of heart, a little luck, and just a pinch of self-destruct. If I knew then what I know now, I'd do it all the same. The amp's shut
The blind eye of the TV screen keeps us anesthetized. Freedom decreased while we fucking sleep. That's the plan that they devised. This song's designed
We hit the ground runnng...We won't slow down!
for your appetites. Your body's a cemetery, and you'll drown in your own waste. We're getting sick of the taste. You're dead inside; I can smell it on
guess who's gonna cash in? They wrapped it in cellophane and found a way to sell it. We're standing knee deep in shit. Can't you smell it? We'll disappear
disgrace. Watered down, you're a repeat offender. It's time to fall on your sword, boy, it's time to surrender. You scratch your head and wonder: "how did it
relief. I'm driving nails with my fucking skull, you pull them out with your teeth. What makes you think you can fuck with this? It's our sacred ground. Defiled it
Too quick to step up with the fisticuffs. I think it's time that someone called our bluff. We can't create so we denigrate. We don't know how to love
numb (And now, the fine print): "Awake" is obsolete. Just follow instructions and your life's complete. It's not as hard as you thought it would be...
