Fed a steady diet of tragedy.
It's getting hard to look away.
Content with the scraps they leave on our plate.
I'm getting sick of the taste.
Cutting and draining slowly, intravenous despair.
A quick fix of trashy bullshit.
Numb, dumb, and unaware.
Turn it off!</

Caught in the act, you fucking thief. Give it back; it's not yours to keep. I guess you're trying to prove that candy-coated bullshit still goes down smooth, So we won't choke or gag, just wave the

Caught in the act, you fucking thief.
Give it back; it's not yours to keep.
I guess you're trying to prove that candy-coated bullshit still goes down smooth,
So we won't choke or gag, just wave the white flag.
You're intimidated so you stick with the sickness
And you use your

While you were watching your back, they kicked in your front door. Do you think that you can launch a counterattack, lying face down on the floor? How do you expect to heed the call, blindf

While you were watching your back,
they kicked in your front door.
Do you think that you can launch a counterattack,
lying face down on the floor?

How do you expect to heed the call,
blindfolded, back against the wall?
Digging graves for the promised land?
It makes

You're just a big mouth waiting for the "all fall down."
I'm just a fist with a glass and some despair to drown, You think you know what's up? I'll turn it upside down.
A guillotine waiting for the head that wears the crown.
Get off my back and I'll get off yours.
Call off th

The blind eye of the TV
screen keeps us anesthetized.
Freedom decreased while we
fucking sleep. That's the
plan that they devised. This
song's designed with you in
mind, to cut you down to
size. And through the night,
yeah the flame burns bright,
and

Iw as running out of breath, I was running out of time. Every clock tick reminds (me) that I'm falling behind. We are one skin; you can't convince me to believe in sin. Language has us wired to exp

Iw as running out of breath, I was running out of time.
Every clock tick reminds (me) that I'm falling behind.
We are one skin; you can't convince me to believe in sin.
Language has us wired to explode,
we know how to hold on and how to let go.
When it feels like I'm swimming

"What's that noise? Turn it down!" You're irritated by that beautiful rebel sound. I turn it up just to tune you out and you still don't understand what we're screaming about?
Your eyes must be shut cause you still don't see it. Made up your mind that you won't believe it. We'll say it loud

Wipe that smile off your face. This is not happy hour. I'm not in the mood to celebrate, no. You're mixing cocktails while we're mixing concrete. Fortifying bunkers and preparing for the retreat.

Wipe that smile off your face.
This is not happy hour.
I'm not in the mood to celebrate, no.
You're mixing cocktails while we're mixing concrete.
Fortifying bunkers and preparing for the retreat.
You'll keep playing word games to disguise the cost.
Just keep us entertaine

You'll be the first to judge, the first to cast doubt, the first to point fingers and the first to bail out. King of the drama circus. Craving the spotlight. Bottom feeding off our efforts. Fucking pa

You'll be the first to judge, the first to cast doubt, the first to point fingers and the first to bail out.
King of the drama circus. Craving the spotlight.
Bottom feeding off our efforts. Fucking parasite!
So don't talk until you take a walk in my Chucks.
What the fuck? I g

Underneath our feet; broken glass and concrete. These kids don't walk alone; they own these city streets. Of course they know that freedom sometimes stings. Halogen halos, two wheels for wings.

Underneath our feet; broken glass and concrete.
These kids don't walk alone; they own these city streets.
Of course they know that freedom sometimes stings.
Halogen halos, two wheels for wings.

Cranes loom like gallows overhead,
and the setting sun paints the sky blood red.

You better lock your doors, find a place to hide. build the walls thick and dig the trenches wide. The perimeter's secure; it's the "great divide". You can make believe that you'll never

You better lock your doors, find a place to hide.
build the walls thick and dig the trenches wide.
The perimeter's secure; it's the "great divide".
You can make believe that you'll never have to go outside.
Burn the hive.
No one here gets out alive.
We'd have a great view

I hate the way you live, taking more than you give. Cannibal, we're gonna pay the price for your appetites. Your body's a cemetery, and you'll drown in your own waste. We're getting sick of the taste.

I hate the way you live,
taking more than you give.
Cannibal, we're gonna pay the
price for your appetites.
Your body's a cemetery, and
you'll drown in your own
waste. We're getting sick of
the taste. You're dead
inside; I can smell it on
your breath.