Lyrics
Tapping on the casket lids of the irrelevant walking dead.
The herd got beaten, how it bled!
But thank God for nothing.
Suffered a fate much worse than what your mirror shows.
The delusional gaze on the satisfied face of the saddest man I know.
And how success neuters your vileness.
Today's Anthrax, Tomorrow's Boys II Men.
I used to vomit but it's getting easier now.
It's hard to keep it down.
As long as I got friends, I will have enemies in the making.
As long as I got anger, I'll have my downfall.
Behind the attitudes and bullshit clothes.
We lie in silent disbelief of how our hatred grows.
Before the hair grew from your neck.
And you moved out on your own.
Let it go. Let it go. Let it go. Let it go.
Disgusted by the set up trends / Puppets selling soda ads.
Dressing like your parents did / Sober at your own event.
Accepted on our own behalf / Shove that award up your ass.
We thank God for nothing.
And how success neuters your vileness.
Today's Anthrax, Tomorrow's Boys II Men.
I used to vomit but it's getting easier now.
Scouts honor, it's hard to keep it down.
As long as I got friends, I will have enemies in the making.
As long as I got anger, I'll have my downfall.
I took my virgin ears to the shed to shred my dignity in the basement.
That was just my style.
That's how it feels to be buried alive.