What a nice place to raise children
Forrest, field and countryside,
Forrest, field and countryside.
Fishes upsidedown in rivers
Everything is so alright,
Everything is so alright
First impressions always distort objectivity
With a surface clean the etiquette now praises
A landscape reigned by idiots, fucked by slavery and disease
A closer look, it's so satiric to me
I'll no longer care for problems aching someone else's chest
You suffocate these blackened days in consumption at it's best
I'll listen to my heart and I keep following my path
I'm by myself and this is all I ever had
What a nice place to raise children
Friendly cops, violent at night
Friendly cops, violent at night
A beating bat to save the country
To keep everything alright
To keep everything alright
As I look around the corner counting people staring skies
Full of emptyness, betrayal greed and fear
I'm glad I found the point to follow just my own advice
Praise the emptyness, high I raise my beer
I'll no longer care for problems ache in someone else's chest
You can't relate to mistakes we made. You're not better than the rest.
I'll listen to my heart and I keep following my path
I'm by myself and this society's dead to me.
I'm by myself and this society's dead to me.