Psychotic Good
I was born because someone found it fun
To make a little human and teach him some tricks.
I don’t have the courage to borrow a gun
And money to buy things that don’t mix.
Let me make myself clear –
Even the people I hold dear
Have made things worse with their mistakes
And that I can’t take.
After each of us dies
You just harden the rules,
You rest on your throne of lies
And rule your nation of fools.
What you have is things you don’t want to give away.
What we have is strings and a wish to see the day
When you’re overthrown, long overdue.
There is a reason we’re not acting nice
Because we don’t need you
And we don’t need your advice.
We’re brought up by the lies in our fairy tales
And we buy our candy with credit cards,
Everything we do is a target for shame
Our first steps out are seen as farce.
Let me say it again:
You always claimed to be our friends
Yet rivalry is how money’s made
And that’s how you’ve played.
You close the valves
So we’re not heard,
You can have your bible of flaws,
You can rule your empire of dirt.
What you have is things you don’t want to give away.
What we have is strings and a wish to see the day
When we are in charge of the things we can use
And not being fuel for your greedy device,
Because we don’t need you
And we don’t need your advice.
Look what you’ve done in search for the things you don’t need –
A new generation disenchanted with your gluttony.
What you have is a garden of grapes,
What we have is bed made of stones,
We will desecrate your graves
And build a future on your bones.
We had enough of being fed with rue
And tutored for a life that doesn’t suffice,
Because we don’t need you
And we don’t need your fucking advice.
To make a little human and teach him some tricks.
I don’t have the courage to borrow a gun
And money to buy things that don’t mix.
Let me make myself clear –
Even the people I hold dear
Have made things worse with their mistakes
And that I can’t take.
After each of us dies
You just harden the rules,
You rest on your throne of lies
And rule your nation of fools.
What you have is things you don’t want to give away.
What we have is strings and a wish to see the day
When you’re overthrown, long overdue.
There is a reason we’re not acting nice
Because we don’t need you
And we don’t need your advice.
We’re brought up by the lies in our fairy tales
And we buy our candy with credit cards,
Everything we do is a target for shame
Our first steps out are seen as farce.
Let me say it again:
You always claimed to be our friends
Yet rivalry is how money’s made
And that’s how you’ve played.
You close the valves
So we’re not heard,
You can have your bible of flaws,
You can rule your empire of dirt.
What you have is things you don’t want to give away.
What we have is strings and a wish to see the day
When we are in charge of the things we can use
And not being fuel for your greedy device,
Because we don’t need you
And we don’t need your advice.
Look what you’ve done in search for the things you don’t need –
A new generation disenchanted with your gluttony.
What you have is a garden of grapes,
What we have is bed made of stones,
We will desecrate your graves
And build a future on your bones.
We had enough of being fed with rue
And tutored for a life that doesn’t suffice,
Because we don’t need you
And we don’t need your fucking advice.