Society - FGFC820

Every time I walk down the street

I want to kill half the people I meet

Mindless zombies just running around

Like sheep for the slaughter

They don’t seem to understand

They soil the world with their dirty hands

They’re content just to follow along

And to take what they’re given

I don’t need their condescension

I don’t care what they do to me

I won’t conform to their conventions

This fucked up society

(«I wouldn’t have a second’s hesitation in blowing your head off right here,

right now, in front of you.

Now that’s a power you can’t buy — that’s the

power of FEAR.»

«I'm not afraid of you.»

«Cuz you think you got nothing to lose.

The losers feed on innocence

Like a virus spread their ignorance

Isolate, fornicate and consume

Without ever evolving

They don’t seem to understand

They grab at the world with their bratty hands

They’re content to follow the crowd

And to do what they’re told

I don’t need their condescension

I don’t care what they do to me

I won’t conform to their conventions

In this fucked up society

You’ve got to come to your senses

Break free from the grand design

See through their false pretenses

See the truth behind their lies

(«Sometimes — sometimes things just go bad!»)

I don’t need their condescension

I don’t care what they do to me

I won’t conform to their conventions

This fucked up society

When will you come to your senses

Break free from the grand design

See through their false pretenses

See the truth behind their lies