Texty:
Dystopia

The city, the hustle The workers, the muscle The martyrs, the monkeys The data, the junkies The wounded, the tortured The fallen, the slaughtered The

So many frequencies, such little bass So many vacancies, such little space So many destinies, such little hope So many enemies, such little rope So many

Stars in the sky, they will guide you back home Float as the night forms a path of its own Follow the lights, they will guide you back home Path to discovery

I've lived nine lives, I've lived them well I've carved my crash course straight through hell I've broken bones, I've had my spills It fuels my cyclone

Floating to the edge of the world Floating to the edge of the sea Floating off the edge of the ocean Out into the galaxy Floating to the edge of the

if i die from a disease when i die im taking you with me maybe tomorrow or when im fifty misanthropic hate you like i hate me show no pitty for me you

lying bastards decieving fuckers you are a curse violation kicked in the head when i hurt the worse my body boils with both anger and confusion thorazine

you killed again today she was 12 years old you killed her mother too when she bent down to help her and you killed again today he overdosed on drug he

eduacation stable career join the army become a murderer kill for god and country return to be a hero to tell you the truth i hope you dont come back