We're back to haunt you like no one before it's
All truth no lies go out and explore make yourself
The one don't surrender our soul compulsions lie deep and are
Hard to control like serpents in a pit with you stuck
Inside we're bitten by problems that always arrive emotions will
Hurt and don't. fail to subside see we're all the
Same when we start to confide "we try to live our lives
Trouble-free but that seems impossible the price we pay for
Our humanity we try to work ourselves out of the tangled webs we
Weave to no avail we fail again and again' as if
You didn't know that there is something wrong look around
For yourself and then ask for how long can we live like
This with a will to go on trying to make a life now days sure
Isn't fun these themes are put forward to be by your
Side when we grasp the concept we've
Finally arrived this is just a take of what I see
Of life I believe what I see with my truthful eyes.
Nothing's for free yea there's no time for
Learning to regain our strength or full use of our
Brains it's all artificial real life's jerry springer yeah we lost
Our minds and we ain't getting any better prayers
Don't get answered all the time so wake up after all luck in the
Residue of design my days are all long but my weeks
Are real short I'm chemically imbalanced and it won't work for me
In any court "I'm going postal today this anger
Has made me insane I feel jealousy towards the dead. life
Pressures just fucked up my head and I believe the meaning
Of life has been lost" comfort in progress? I can't take that
Nonsense of politics after all it's designed misery
The smoke screen is thick and it's fumes make me sick when they
Reach you it's not good their purpose is to keep all
You in line for the rest of your meaningless lives take
Initiative now by standing up and being productive one thing
That stops us is ourselves no one else yea we've lost our minds
And we ain't getting any better "I'm going postal
Today this anger has made me insane I feel jealousy towards the
Dead life pressures just fucked up my head and I
Believe the meaning of life has been lost."
I grew up with twisted knowledge very little
School and of course no college in a broken home there
Is no role model my father figure left me for the bottle I had to
Teach myself to become a man never to give in to
What I didn't understand the truth is out there out in the street
My first teacher was a bum with no shoes on his
Feet he told me about his life and where he went wrong he said
Son you promise me you'll never sing a sad song two
Weeks later my friend was dead the knowledge he gave me is still
In my head street soldier life just wasn't for me
Where the purpose is killing over territory I heard my calling it
Came in loud and clear I was to speak my mind and
Make it my career.