Paranoia

I forgot that–
Every single day with this shit
Every single day with a prince
Every single–
You don't give a fuck about peace
You just wanna get more rich
More bread, more feast

Couple shots to the kids in the gutter
Get a couple shots to they fingers on the trigger
Get a couple shots to the fans when they walk up
Get a couple shots to the back 'til they make up

More blood, more violence, more fear
More people, more greed disappear
More death, more guns, more money
Keep 'em all in a line, no cutting

Tell us what you think
I promise that I hear you vomit in the sink
I don't think I need you
What is my purpose?
Just to deceive you
You think that you know me?
I am no see through

Every day you make me sick
Every day you make me sick
Every day you make me sick
Every day you make me sick
Every day you make me sick
Every day you make me sick
Every day you make me sick

Every day you make me sick
Every day you make me sick
Every day you make me sick



Credits
Writer(s): Dylan Fessenden
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