Wake up And lie there with your solemn tear Trickling down since the moon gave in to your crooked stare It lacks the heart you wish to bare A moronic affair with your belligerence and your Sick to death? Try being oppressed for years on end As clear as the glass that's not even filled half empty yet Yet and you Take this for granted with your 2020 vision know it all population Would you be proud? To call this your home Mostly built of lies within your ignorance empire Are you proud? What are you owed? Really it means nothing to have some colours in a flag Sick to death? Try being oppressed for years on end As clear as the glass that's not even filled half empty yet Yet and you Take this for granted with your 2020 vision know it all population Take this for granted with your 2020 vision know it all population Designating your graves too early That we're diving with you Pretentious ugly fucking humans Pretending in White Gold