Versuri Beneath The Massacre - Society's Disposable Son

Album: Beneath The Massacre - Mechanics Of Dysfunction



The air is humid and the floors cold. Prisoner. Crime unknown. Prisoner.
Awaiting my sentence. Societys disposable son. Outcast. Grown apart.
Institutionalized since day one. Societys unwanted son.
Raised by emotionless TV screen, this is everyones crime.
Go ahead pull the trigger if this is how you want it.
Anywhere but here is where I want to be right now.
I am the reflection of your mad world and system.
Anywhere but here is where I want to be right now.
Go ahead pull the trigger on your own creation.
When Ill leave, Ill watch you right in the eyes.
Societys disposable son. Outcast. Grown apart. The air is humid and the floor is cold.
Prisoner. Crime unknown. Sentenced, leaving with my eyes wide open


Lyrics
Aboneaza-te la newsletter
Join the ranks ! LIKE us on Facebook