Walking in town, got these demons in my head. People walking past like their zombies, maybe dead. Nothing is real, does it matter, wheres the zeal, here's deal, I'm laying here with no sex appeal Im in the freezebox waiting to congeal, your like your the butcher and I am the kill, getting all slaughtered then we're offered to the ones that take away and put us straight to the mill Fear is the answer, of this chapter, dosent mater, it's just banter, kill the chatter. Talking behind my back like I'm whack, heart attack, bout' to crack cause I'm a little broken inside Society, anxiety and a little anarchy, these are all things that make me feel like I'm in agony, shake it off, cash the cheque, we're the ones who will.... snap your neck Oh sounds painful? You should be shameful for the way you've been acting, so anal, just take the time to listen to the public, then you won't be recognised as fucking toxic Your lies are trash, contagious like a rash, you try to seem like good guys, hear their cries when your hiding bodies when their loved ones die That's society, not sobriety, just rivalry......