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