Society

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