Viva la Rebellion
We never see things as they are
We see them as we are
When we look for answers
We don’t look very far
We believe what people tell us
We believe the oldest lies
We believe in war
We believe in sex
We believe in suits and ties
We never see things as they are
All we see are lies
So when we start to lose our grasp
It’s really no surprise
God Damned Rats
Shittin all over the place
It pays to be brave in this fucken rat race
What typa fucked up shit is this?
Fightin to get to the cheese
Last motherfucker to get to the end
Last motherfucker to breathe
Uh uh uhhhh don’t touch that
I wouldn’t do that if I were you
Then again
Go ahead
I’m getting sick of the likes of you
God Damned Rats
Playing games
Just shittin all over the place
What a world! What a world!
It’s the end of a dying race
From the moment I awake
Tears I can’t escape
The fight that can’t be won
Hurt can’t be undone
I take a little moment
To try to clear my mind
But this house is full of demons
And my heart is full of grime
When I wake up every morning
When I go to sleep at night
As I go about my day
All I see is plight
When I think of what life could, should, and CAN Be
I just want to cry out, “THIS IS PURE INSANITY!”
What happens when you shake a snow globe? A whirlwind disseminates around whatever masterpiece lies beneath. And as that masterpiece awaits patiently to be revealed, the shaker continues to shake and shake and shake, as though chaos is more amusing than art.
