The World Doesn't Fit

Feel yourself on top of the world
Feel yourself under her spell
You wish that you would exist

Spitting out hate in rhymes you forsake
Always looking for an easy way out
It's your escape

You're a pawn of a man
Who controls the strings
The very steps you'll make
You frown at the phrase that you don't own the very life that you mistake

Hide from the truth
That you wish to ignore
Just 'cause it's not in front of you
Doesn't mean the effects won't come through

Weak is the man
A wannabe cult of personality complex
That won't come true
Just the joker's fool

You ignore the ignored
They cry for help
They speak for change
But you'd rather live in this hell

The spice of life you adore
It's your indulgence overload
And the decadence you stole

You take from their minds
Because you're weak in the spine
And there's no originality in your flow

There's no future you choose little boy
Just compromising unsatisfactory lies you endure
There's no future you can choose little boy
Just compromising unsatisfactory lies we endure
We endure

You've got to change your ways
You've got to change your games
You've got to fix your sense
You've got to fix this end

You've got to change your ways
You've got to change your games
You've got to fix your sense
You've got to fix this end

You've got to fix this end
You've got to fix this end

You've got to fix this end
You've got to fix this end
You've got to fix this end
You've got to fix this end