מילים לשיר Prognosis – Vacant Stare

Up to now Gods been good to me Sad to see
Born into a place I don't want to be As I grow so does disgust When I die its long after my trust With the demons on my back You gotta take the line, you gotta feel the slack Cause no ones ever perfect in this fucked up world You either choose to last or end up on your arse Well God knows that I wish for world piece Life deceased How did it ever come to this
With nothing ventured and nothing gained Fuck me man it was done in vain Well all my life I've been fed, fed, fed, fed With everything my mother said, said, said, said
So who the fuck where the fuck are we lead I'll tell you where, in different directions
Oh correction Above all I'm alive I'm sane
With a cross hair eye I will try to aim Well now there's questions that need to be answered Hatred passed you stupid little bastard
Another body chucked with a hundred Another leader has blundered With all the evol in control You got to take the reigns you got to show them all Listen to the heartbeat of an unborn baby and you will see Just maybe That as a person you are totally unaffected By all the things that seem to get connected And oh fuck when everything has gone Some motherfucker should see that he was wrong Well all my life I've been fed, fed, fed, fed With everything my mother said, said, said, said So who the fuck where the fuck are we lead I'll tell you where, in different directions
Oh corrections Above all I'm alive I'm sain With a cross hair eye I will try to aim Stupid motherfucker could have been my fucking bother Then I'd have to fucking love you and you'd fucking love you back Will you ever notice just a little grain of sugar Dissolve in sandy water when you should have notice sooner I hate you
For all the hate That you fed
That's now led
What the fuck have you done to yourself GOD? What God? What God? What God? Fuck gods! Above all I'm alive I'm sain With a cross hair eye I will try to aim
Demons come in familiar forms and tastes
Why so sad? We're all on the same track, track, track, track.