Sychophant Disorder (Ft. Lo Rays)

Birthday bash in the grass of a massacre

Rubbing shoulders with another mass murderer

Black door static

Sold to you by the sychophant disorder

Dark days it’s a craze

Vilify the youth for their own self-defense

A doze of pretense

Cause

In the dark the minefield makes sense

Cause we're on the brink of something big here

Stand in our way and nobody steps clear

While you preach and moan

Nobody said that our lives were perfect

But tell us again how we all deserve this

Not even your friends would save you now

Mm-mm one day the truth comes out

It must be fun having the world as your playground

Oh it’s a sickening scenery across the board Living the life that you took from us all

Hide in your bunker

Cause we're on the brink of something big here

Stand in our way and nobody steps clear

While you preach and moan

Nobody said that our lives were perfect

But tell us again how we all deserve this

Not even your friends would save you now

Dark days it’s a craze

Vilify the youth for their own self defense

A doze of false pretense

Cause

In the dark the minefield makes sense

In the dark the minefield makes sense

In the dark the minefield makes sense

In the dark the minefield makes sense

Cause we're on the brink of something big here

Stand in our way and nobody steps clear

While you preach and moan

Nobody said that our lives were perfect

But tell us again how we all deserve this

Not even your friends would save you

Cause we're on the brink of something big here

Stand in our way and nobody steps clear

Not even your friends would save you now