Well you want me to kiss your ass
Well bend over, buddy, here comes my foot.
Feeling so numb, and I'm feeling so dead
And just felt like someone is hit my head
Like someone knew just what to do
Poison the masses and catch the running few.
Feeling so empty, and I'm feel so old
Just waiting to feel the death like cold
Eating away at my life ties
Not really knowing, and not caring, why?
You're a prisoner of your ideals
Just a prisoner of your materialistic ideals.
You're a prisoner of your worthless ideals.