~Lyrics for Purge~
Feeling empty
Here in my world
No redemption
No mercy
Oh Yeah! Yeah!
See me falling
Too far gone to care
I can feel you
Coming closer
Just out of reach
Empty promise
Fills my demons
Gives the courage
Need to stare
Shouldn't dare in darkness
No one fears
No one cares
Kicking, scratching, and living for what?
I'm part of the system, and the system is fucked
I'm a problem
I'm a disease
I'm Generation X
And I'll do what I please
Oh yeah, alright
It's your generation
Oh yeah, alright
It's your generation
Got a foreign car, cappucino bar
Corporate sponsored seminar
Oh yeah, alright
It's your generation
Sell me life in a package
Paint it red, white and blue
I don't care what you say
I won't live like you
We got the family values
A fucking cross
The CIA and your crooked cops
All the answers, all that you need
I got just one question...
What about me...?
Don't judge me with your prejudice
Your church and God
Tell me what the hell you got
That I want
You can't save us all, the journey of the sick
We're never very long, in your cruel world
Don't trust me, comfort me with sentiment
You don't mean
Don't flood me, in rivers of medicine
I can't swim
Hold me, accountable for all I've done
As I will hold you
Pssyche! Ha! Pssyche!
You're all alone in the pack
You feel like you want to go home
You feel fist, but you keep on going
The reason is there
You won't find it 'till you been and gone
Because you're living in your hopes
Someone's got you...
Pssyche! Ha! Pssyche!
Tell your brain: "seek inspiration"
You appear illusion
Then you fall into transfer
Transform machine
To play with your hands
So you can stand back and watch
Take past and burn
Pssyche! Ha! Pssyche!
If you don't know the game
Then your still part of it
Because out on the street its strange to show
Knowing full well that you're on the range
Dodge the bullets, or carry the gun...
The choice is yours
Pssyche! Ha! Pssyche!
Look at the controller,
A nazi with a social degree,
A middle class hero with your eyes on me,
You feast on masturbation,
Preach yes to the nuns you fuck,
You would wipe out semantics if you had a chance,
Jesus would like it now!
You lied to me
You lied to me
You lied to me
You lied to me ... You're fucked
Pssyche! Ha! Pssyche!