spit you out IDEALS
Crawl outta my head
cll the shit I've been fed
Makes me hate being awake
So I fake that I'm dead
In my grave I'll wait
Like a trap like a bait
For the living to take me
cs an excuse to deprave
Their ideals and idols
cre slaves to the crowd
Brainwashed minions
That don't make a sound
Like they know a way out
Like there is a way out
I'll feast on your soul