Woorden:
Broken Culture

't a single hope, Around my neck I'll tie a rope, Jump from the closest fucking chair, And hang in the air without a care. When you're broken and hurt

I will no longer remember suffocating these jaded memories Kill it all until I'm dead inside Until it's wiped from my eyes So the addictions arrive Like

I don't need your telelvision I don't need your cash religion I don't need your lost moral I don't need your fake world I don't need your tentative love

I could wrap myself with you never be through I can win and be defeat Throw myself at your feat Open my mouth to pleade, It's you I need Open myself to

I've tried so hard for you Prayed at some loss to me Why should I beleive in you When you'd never listen to me Lets cut ourselves with love Our smiles

My name is the world around you I take away all that you have I made you what you are I control all you had I made them push you I made them hate you

I'm burning in this place Smile with the kicked in face Everything's in its place and we're running towards the hate Set up your plastic children only

So you sit and praise your product God Got to up the sales or else your gone And inside of your Holy church of lies There's a sale on manipulation inside

I will no longer remember suffocating these jaded memories Kill it all until I'm dead inside Until it's wiped from my eyes So the addictions arrive