| Thinking only of summer, Cowering in the shadows. Contemplating the joy, Whilst sharing the disease. Caring for your friendship, Giving birth to the Grudge. You think of never ending, Destroying the world around you. All this effort, All this loss, You do it with such ease; You make me think you want it. You're playing on a green, You're spreading your disease. Looking for this hedonism, You're fucking the future. Pulling you from the edge, Lies leading to your fun. Freedom is mental, That don't mean you're insane. You silence the voices, Only the inner ones remain. All this effort, All this loss, You do it with such ease; You make me think you want it. You're playing on a green, You're spreading your disease. Elections for martyrs, Born like the next fool; Hung up on a cross. You're no living lie, You're just a dying freak. I want no part of your religion Yet I'm tied right next to you. All this effort, All this loss, You do it with such ease; You make me think you want it. You're playing on a green, You're spreading your disease. |
| Self-Elected Martyrs |