Infected Mind

You want us to embrace your feet on the set you want us to fuck you up as hard as it can get Talking bullshit cause you don’t have a clue what is wrong, who am I to tell you what to do Don’t be a stranger, I know that ain’t your game all your bullshit stories seem to be the what’s in a name, are we insane am I to blame, I don’t feel no pain But sorry for you and your infected mind we praise no one but serve our own

We like to surround a peaceful mind we like to put forth the silent kind shove our laws down their throats

and if they won’t swallow we’ll use the bitch as scapegoat

Are we sick, do we mind, has anyone died did I give you orders, have I told you why? infected, eternal life, denial, there’s nothing left to gain

Am I not worthy, have I no say? You feel the hunger, which makes you a slave

Living is a punishment, submitted by addiction your destiny is sealed, to strong is the temptation Your brain has been put to sleep, by chemical pollution You’re living in a coma, wake up from this illusion