Suffer
I don't respect your, superstition.
Parade of ignorance, crush the innocent.
With their skinny, flailing wrists reaching up to the sky,
Searching for light, when there is nothing to see you wonder why.
Suffer, it means nothing to me.
Suffer, you still what you want to see.
Suffer, it means nothing to me.
Suffer, you still what you want to see.
A ruthless cleansing has already begun, and it's time to move on.
The competition in doubting your ignorance has grown so old on me.
With their skinny flailing wrists reaching up to the sky,
Searching for the light, when there is nothing to see you wonder why.
You wonder why.
You wonder why.
You wonder why.
You wonder why.
You wonder why.
So reach higher and higher and higher,
And we'll continue to crush.
Your brightest lights are out, now.
Your brightest lights are out now.
Suffer, it means nothing to me.
Suffer, you still see what you want to see.
Suffer, it means nothing to me.
Suffer, you still see what you want to see.
Suffer, it means nothing to me.
Suffer, you still see what you want to see.
Suffer, it means nothing to me.
Suffer, you still see what you want to see.
Suffer, it means nothing to me.
Suffer, you still see what you want to see.