LYRIC

The manifestation of this disease
A generation to make all displeased
Not all the words in the world
Could make me appease

How fucking sick
The last help for our lives
Are held in the hands of individuals
Who leave me with unease

A loss for words is my fuel for hate
Think for yourself
Than your uselessness could be up for debate

Be something more
Than the black sheep of society

Your conformity disgusts me
Your conformity disgusts me
Your conformity disgusts me
Your conformity disgusts me

Your clothes are worth more than you
I hope for our sake
You break from your ways
And cease to be a fucking fake

A product of this shit world
I am forced to
Live in

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