Texty: Hypnogaja. They Don't Care.

Strange, there's comfort in lies
Ways for you to get by
I can feel your pain, I can hear you breaking
All your hopes and fears are here for the taking

They need you, but they don't give a fuck about
They bleed you, but they don't give a fuck about
They feed you the lies, you want to hear it
But they don't care

They say shit but they don't give a fuck about
They play shit but they don't give a fuck about
They fake shit and say they really wanna
But they don't care

Fame, you follow it blind
You're shamed, if not with your kind
And all the knowledge in the world couldn't save you from it
All your ignorance is bliss and that's the way they want it

And they will label a traitor if you speak out of turn
Ain't got no rights if you fight at the stake you will burn
The novelty of your freedom it doesn't even exist
You're just a slave to the wage, you're just a hand over fist

You ain't got nothing but bluffing, front and try to break out
You're just a pawn, and they don't give a fuck about
They need you, but not your opinion
They'll say what you want, but they don't care