• Buzzards picking at my soul,
    Life, Death, it’ all the same
    They still want your heart,
    You're individuality

    To turn you into them,
    Regulate you with rules,
    There all the same

    They want you,
    Want everything you are
    Everything your about

    They want a society
    One that’s all the same,
    They think there better than you,
    But you know there lame

    They hurt you,
    So you hurt them
    They made you pay,
    So you made them pay

    It hurt,
    So what,
    Pain is overrated