Testo It Turned It Off Oneyed Jack
The face of my feat no anxiety
Com' a rave is a grave is any prophety
Selfish words in a selfish world
I wanna be the one who keeps symbolic trees
Justify yourself till you die
I'm not a bum but everythins is agains me
I try to find my way, a way to freedom
Give it to me if you got some
1993 and that's shit
Political lies again and again
They ain't no motherfuckin' dicks
The power's in your TV screens
I's like to find a weapon like the fire in your feels
Com'on punk you'll make my day
A dollar in your jealous eye no way
Tour head is a big shit
Do you think you got some
Come on Rich you gonna suck today
A bullet in your head nothing else to say
I got no guns but words
I scream, shout that I hate today
Fuck da Jesus mother cos daddy was gay
I got no style and motherfuckin' style
But the shit is too big and I'm sorry
I don't pray
This butcher's world gonna stop like a game
This fascism turn gonna stop like da brain
You'd better pray for yourself now
You'd better pray for your chance now