[Verse 1: Demondice]
That 21st Century rudimentary trap for the weak
A tried and successful technique
An elementary mental façade
They give you instructions for living and label them God
Hold your applause, you're bound to the laws
The same sods that berate ya
Step out of line, you'll find society decides to isolate ya
(ugh crawling in my skin)
Take a picture, it'll last you longer
Squandering time, 'cause it's worthless to ponder
Rather be homesick than lovesick, a goner
Call me a monster, I do what I wanna
Manufacturing a reality with a しょうがない mentality
We grow to despise formality
Burn our maladies like the calories (that is sketchy as fuck)
Turning verses into curses, sentences into spells
Monsignor told me it was certain I was homebound for hell
Relentlessly relay their senselessness
Surrender your senses to censorship
Instead of addressing the stress that unfolds
We swallow it, follow and do as we're told
Sore loser, logical and diabolical extent
To splatter their insults all over the pavement
And the haters who tell us to get bent (get bent!)
Just to find it kind of humorous to shit on my fun
I just see humans being tumorous
Good thing I never was one
That 21st Century rudimentary trap for the weak
A tried and successful technique
An elementary mental façade
They give you instructions for living and label them God
Hold your applause, you're bound to the laws
The same sods that berate ya
Step out of line, you'll find society decides to isolate ya
(ugh crawling in my skin)
Take a picture, it'll last you longer
Squandering time, 'cause it's worthless to ponder
Rather be homesick than lovesick, a goner
Call me a monster, I do what I wanna
Manufacturing a reality with a しょうがない mentality
We grow to despise formality
Burn our maladies like the calories (that is sketchy as fuck)
Turning verses into curses, sentences into spells
Monsignor told me it was certain I was homebound for hell
Relentlessly relay their senselessness
Surrender your senses to censorship
Instead of addressing the stress that unfolds
We swallow it, follow and do as we're told
Sore loser, logical and diabolical extent
To splatter their insults all over the pavement
And the haters who tell us to get bent (get bent!)
Just to find it kind of humorous to shit on my fun
I just see humans being tumorous
Good thing I never was one
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