What a Place...

What a nice place to raise children Forrest, field and countryside, Forrest, field and countryside. Fishes upsidedown in rivers Everything is so alright, Everything is so alright First impressions always distort objectivity With a surface clean the etiquette now praises A landscape reigned by idiots, fucked by slavery and disease A closer look, it's so satiric to me I'll no longer care for problems aching someone else's chest You suffocate these blackened days in consumption at it's best I'll listen to my heart and I keep following my path I'm by myself and this is all I ever had What a nice place to raise children Friendly cops, violent at night Friendly cops, violent at night A beating bat to save the country To keep everything alright To keep everything alright As I look around the corner counting people staring skies Full of emptyness, betrayal greed and fear I'm glad I found the point to follow just my own advice Praise the emptyness, high I raise my beer I'll no longer care for problems ache in someone else's chest You can't relate to mistakes we made. You're not better than the rest. I'll listen to my heart and I keep following my path I'm by myself and this society's dead to me. I'm by myself and this society's dead to me.