I got to walk miles, have to tear down walls
Want to overthrow everything that you stand for
Your superficial measure of value is nothing more than hollow phrases
What’s good for you applies not to me
We hate the cookbook, rewritten and negated
We hate the outlook, our future is now perverted
We hate the rulebook, rewritten and negated
We hate the outlook, our future is now perverted
You feel as if you are my better, you feel superior
Times taugh you nothing but your lies
And I draw back to my inner thoughts
Where I’m sheltered from your injustice
No one to talk to, no one to fight for, nothing to care for
My mind is filled with rage
Nothing to see through, nowere to go to, nothing think of
My mind is locked in a cage
All my whishes have been in vain