I'm so tired of the lies from the men in suits.
Of their neatly stacked cliff notes that teach us what to be.
I have sat around watching them burn this perfect world, so pensive their actions.
Burn this perfect world.
I'm afraid to give the suits the notion I'm breathing.
Falling to the machine and it's preconcieved philosophy.
We watched the city walls burn as they fell.
"Your just another living corpse, walking amongst the dead."
We watched the city walls burn as they fell.
If you wanted to destroy it all then go ahead.
Burn our perfect world. 86 our parfait world!
Go ahead destroy it all, burn our perfect world!
The suits have now stained my God, they wear Him like a fashion.
Some cheap product that supports their trends. These phases are fleeting away.
Extra, Extra, READ ALL ABOUT IT!
Suits walk amongst the dead, withered remains of what they once were.
If the annhilitaions of a world couldn't save them what can, we're all born to die, Arise, STAND UP AND SHOUT!!!