Tekster:
The Living End Prisoner Of Society

To anything you say And if you count to 3 (one, two, three) You'll see it's no emergency You'll see I'm not the enemy Just a Prisoner of Society Society, Society Society, Society Society

To anything you say And if you count to 3 (one, two, three) You'll see it's no emergency You'll see I'm not the enemy Just a Prisoner of Society Society, Society Society, Society Society

an anvil to replace your dollars narcisistic society love paparazzi get the starbucks for your overpriced latte ignoring all the signs, nevermind is your mindstate until the end

you, you're society's infection I won't judge you when the blood steals life from you Cast down and thrown away, you are the living dead The needle numbs

are enormous. Step outside and parasites, deprived of their meat, wait to suck on tiring flesh, Unending statistics that fatten leaders, prisoners of

, "Don't try to fight and don't try to run Cooperate and we will be your friend Non-cooperation will be your end" He jumped in the car and while they

survive I'm grow into what Society considers trash the rope is to us That means I'm hanging myself by living The noose is getting murdered that or going to prison

line and our time is running out. there's nothing that we can do, cuz we're living our lives with illusions and false hopes. we're the target of society

Sentence me, fuck me To a small box, the ghetto's biggest cell blocks We in prison too, but can't see the locks Real life Matrix, can't unplug or escape it Livin' in this society