Texty: Soundtrack Artists. Break You Down.

I got a gun in my hand and I feel like a man
I'm the pope of my generation
I got to push myself over your goddamn walls
I don't listen to your condemnation

Can't you see the pain that you bring
Is only the cause of everything
That you wish to stop to bring to an end
But it only makes me hate you more

Careful what you wish for
It can only bring you down
Keep your spirit on the ground
Emptiness is the only sound

I know what it takes to break you
And I kill everything that made you
I know what it takes to break you down

Take everything that you tried to teach me
It don't add up to a pile of shit
All the methods you used as you tried to reach me
They don't matter not a single bit


I'm alright inside, I'm just trying to hide
From all the propaganda you want to choke me with
Keep your faith away, keep your hands away
I don't want you fingers in and out of my life

I know what it takes to break you
I know what it takes to break you down
And I kill everything that made you
I know what it takes to break you down

I know what it takes to break you
And I kill everything that made you
I know what it takes to break you
I know what it takes to break you down
And I kill everything that made you
I know what it takes to break you down
I know what it takes to break you
I know what it takes to break you down
And I kill everything that made you
I know what it takes to break you down