Sever What Makes Me Like Them

Born under attack

Hands are tied behind my back

Everything that I see

Everything that I touch

I’m feeling sick, I’m forming a grudge

Cowards in a wasteland of conformity

Satisfied with human mediocrity

Confined in a hopeless prison

Why won’t you, why won’t you fucking listen?

I’m the bad seed

I’m the stick in the mud

I’m a different breed

Unable to trust

I’m the black sheep

I’m the sign of the flood

Breathe in the pain

And spit out the blood

Born under attack

Hands are tied behind my back

I’m out of time, I’m out of patience

I’m done with being complacent

Disciples of the cult of personality

It’s blinding, obscuring the reality

The lights are on but no one’s home

I can’t carry this weight alone

I’m the bad seed

I’m the stick in the mud

A different breed

Unable to trust

I’m the black sheep

I’m the sign of the flood

Breathe in the pain

And spit out the blood

I’m done being part of the cause

You never listen

To care is in vein

Existence is pain

And faith is a prison