Texty: Raised Fist. Killing It.

This comes as no surprise, we're emptying our supplies
Thinking about the size of the pile of shit to buy
Over and over we take what we want to take
Even if the bond with nature will break

And when I lay me down to sleep
I wonder why I'm feeling fucking incomplete
I must try to be the guy that defeats all the lies
Wiser than the ones that I despise, so listen now

We're living in this world and we're killing it, so absurd
And for dollar bills we keep on drilling it until we're mentally ill

A big burial site, no light in this endless night
Please let me rewrite the story to get it right

And when I lay me down to sleep
I wonder why I'm feeling fucking incomplete
And I must try to be the guy that defeats all the lies
Wiser than the ones that I despise, so listen now

Living in this world and we're killing it, so absurd
And for dollar bills we keep on drilling it until we're mentally ill
We're living in this world and we're killing it, so absurd
And for dollar bills we keep on drilling it until we're mentally ill

Living in this world and we're killing it, so absurd
And for dollar bills we keep on drilling it until we're mentally ill
Living in this world and we're killing it, so absurd
And for dollar bills we keep on drilling it until we're mentally ill

We're living in this world and we're killing it
And for dollar bills we keep on drilling it
We're living in this world and we're killing it
And for dollar bills we keep on drilling it

We're living in this world and we're killing it, so absurd
And for dollar bills we keep on drilling it until we're mentally ill
And we're living in this world and we're killing it, so absurd
And for dollar bills we keep on drilling it until we're mentally ill

Living in this world and we're killing it, so absurd
And for dollar bills we keep on drilling it until we're mentally ill
Living in this world and we're killing it, so absurd
And for dollar bills we keep on drilling it until we're mentally ill