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I kill, I run, I go so far. And yet, it seems, I�m in a dream I can�t escape; or so it seems. Why must they tell their fucking lies? It seems they�ve got something to hide But the truth I feel inside; Just let me off this fucking ride. A dream; a glimpse, a tip, a clue To try and learn�s all we can do. And sometimes, with this knowledge comes A weapon; well, at least for some. |
Please let me off this fucking ride
Been tossed around from side to side. I�ve wallowed, wasted in this grime. To use my weapon�I�ve no time. The strobe light flicker in their eyes It�s not their hatred I despise. But rather, their reality And how they love insanity. Goddam it! I want off this ride, I�ve really nowhere else to hide. These laws I simply can�t abide So truth remains hid, deep inside. |