Thursday, April 13, 2006

TOP YOURSELF


TOP YOURSELF

AT SCHOOL THEY NEVER TOLD US JUST HOW IT WOULD BE,
LEFT TO LIVE A FANTASY THINKING WE WERE FREE.
ALL THE SIGNS WERE THERE MARKED ALONG LIFES WAY,
FROM BABY THROUGH TO ADULTHOOD WE NEVER HAD A SAY,
MARKED AND RATED OUT OF TEN, COMPARED AND ANALYZED,
SORTED INTO CATEGORIES AND LEFT TO OUR DEMISE.

(CHORUS)
TOP YOURSELF,
PULL THE PLUG,
FLICK THE FUCKING SWITCH,
THE SHAMES IN LIVING NOT STEPPING OUT,
SO PULL THE FUCKING TRIGGER

EVERY OUNCE OF HAPPINESS IS A SACRIFICE,
THROUGH GRIEF, DEPRESSION AND LONELINESS LIKE A LONG COLD WINTERS NIGHT,
THE SUN MAY RISE BUT IT’S SURE TO SET TAKING ALL YOUR DREAMS,
REALITY’S A FANTASY NOT THE REAL THING,
TOLD WHAT TO WATCH,
TOLD WHAT TO WANT,
EVEN HOW TO THINK,
THE GLOBAL VILLAGE AND COMMUNICATION,
MAKING THE WORLD SHRINK.





(CHORUS)
TOP YOURSELF,
PULL THE PLUG,
FLICK THE FUCKING SWITCH,
THE SHAMES IN LIVING NOT STEPPING OUT,
SO PULL THE FUCKING TRIGGER

ADVERTISINGS MIND CONTROL, RUN BY MEN IN SUITS
WHILE GOVERNMENTS ARE JUST A SHAM,
NONE BETTER THAN THE LAST,
POLICING POPULATIONS ONLY WHILE THE CASH LASTS,
CAPITULATION, BRIBERY, CORUPTION WE ALL CRY,
BIT IF NOT THEM IT WOULD BE JUST SOME OTHER GUY.

(CHORUS)
TOP YOURSELF,
PULL THE PLUG,
FLICK THE FUCKING SWITCH,
THE SHAMES IN LIVING NOT STEPPING OUT,
SO PULL THE FUCKING TRIGGER

MY TIME IS SHORT,
I SEE NO POINT MY DESTINY DECIDED,
I’M NOT A NUMBER,
I’M A MAN,
FREE WILL IS MINE BY RIGHT,
SO THE TIME HAS COME TO LOAD THE GUN AND STICK IT IN MY MOUTH,
NO SECOND THOUGHTS,
NO TURNING BACK,
I LET MY LAST BREATH OUT,
I SQUEEZE THE TRIGGER,
IT TAKES THE SLACK,
A CALM HAS SETTLED IN,
I’M IN CONTROL,
LET MY LIFE BEGIN.


BANG!

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