Don't trust you
Don't need you
I believe you might be the answer
To the question
What is wrong with you people?
Beneath the prisons
We rise to suffer
Under the weight of the wood
'Til you rise up dead
Bitch run for cover
Under the weight of the wood
You are insane
Still all to blame
For your restriction
You put on perfection
We keep forgetting
We keep regretting
That we're all animals
Spirits you all kill
You find it hard to call
Once too old, tomorrow young
From this affliction
Your piss addiction
Towards some fiction
Your jurisdiction
We might be animals but your visions are said and done
You are insane
Still all to blame
Researching variables
And just return to a parable
Your changings
You're preaching
You're actually paralyzing
We keep forgetting that we're all animals
Beneath the prisons
We rise to suffer
Under the weight of the wood
'Til you rise up dead
Bitch run for cover
Under the weight of the wood
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Lyrics submitted by SquidyExplosion.