(Music by GArcia Lyrics by Rodriguez and Lynch)
I make myself sick
Societies that crucify and criticize the thoughts that be
All which the little things
Are ripped and poicked and torn away
Its then that brings you down
world of deceit
Who do you see, who do you trust, who do you see, don't try to f*** with me...
I see you dying
I make myself sick
Societies that crucify and criticize the thoughts that be
All which the little things
Are ripped and poicked and torn away
Its then that brings you down
world of deceit
Who do you see, who do you trust, who do you see, don't try to f*** with me...
I see you dying