Tekster: Bad Religion. Suffer. Give You Nothing.

hey, everybody's looking but they never can see,
all the angst, corruption and the dishonesty,
think about the times and places you've never known,
you're a man swarm atom and yet you're alone,
so I give you me,
I give you nothing!
so you've got a place that you can call your own,
but you make a habit of carrying the stone,
look around and ask someone if you're alive,
you're a sidewalk cipher speaking prionic jive
respectable despicable it seems all the same,
now we realize that we have nothing to say,
if yore reserve is weak,
andality complete,
ask yourself again "do I deserve much from them", no!