Woorden: Death By Stereo. Into The Valley Of The Death. The Plague.

They forgot and they stopped thinking - They never saw the beaty in ugliness
In this climate I feel like I'm dying - Suffocating a slow and painfull death

The hatefull status the ladders you're climbing - Are taking you to new heights of ignorance
Let's think about it, it's really kinda funny - I couldn't get it on your fucking list

I never fit in anywhere - And now I don't think I fit here

With no hope, nothing to believe in
The kind of place we all dream about
Without borders without boundries
Creative outlet I can't live without

Uniforms, cop like styles - We see you coming marching single file
Bow to fashion your leader man - Come on baby, sieg heil

I never fit in anywhere -And now I don't think I fit here
Before you wall out on that floor - Look around, it's a mirror

(ladies and gentlemen, individuality has left the building)

FUCK YOU

I never fit in anywhere - And now I don't think I fit here
Before you wall out on that floor - Look around, it's a mirror

With no hope, nothing to believe in
No hope, nothing to believe in
No hope, nothing to believe in
I've got something to believe in!