Psychic Rage Pot

What do you think about it? Is it funny? You were born to lose
Building your wall, you stem the flow. It will crack soon
You watch television, so I turn your fucking brain off
Your life is a gun and you are the target, you are the target

What you think is what I let you make
What you think is what I let you make
What you think is what I let you
Make! You! Come on! Make! You! Come on! Now!
What you think is what I let you make
What you think is what I let you make
What you think is what I let you
Make! You! Come on! Make! You! Come on! Now!

I'm your brittle bones, your broken spleen and that is the ground
Blood is gushing out but you can't stop it, you can't stop it

Yesterday a tree has fallen down, you are crashing right now

What you think is what I let you make
What you think is what I let you make
What you think is what I let you
Make! You! Come on! Make! You! Come on! Now!
What you think is what I let you make
What you think is what I let you make
What you think is what I let you
Make! You! Come on! Make! You! Come on! Now!

Nothing is special any more
All has been done, we can't improve
To hope is so strange, in a cage
We have no choice, but to escape

All the things I want, all the things I've got,
All the things I steal, this is what you need
All the things I want, all the things I've got,
All the things I steal, this is what you need
All the things I want, all the things I've got,
All the things I steal, this is what you need



Credits
Writer(s): Davide Delmonte
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