It gets so fucking boring to see what’s coming avoid,
Give in, bow down again.
Next stop assimilation…
The dead sounds of liberation scream freedom head down in the sand. Yeah, words fall short when you realize you’re living a lie.
Well, I’m sick of love songs to the disinclined.
Fist to the night, take back our lives and bring back the fight!
The party’s ending quickly, the fun is drying up.
Old habits rise to heed the call.
I feel completely full of shit, just letting go and giving in.
But not one more second of my life will be spent at your command.