D.T.O. - Eighteen Visions

Get up, look around

And you will see the lies

That I see each and every day

I deal with them in my own way

I try to breed myself right

I try to breed my thoughts right

All you people stand against me

Your talk behind my back

The threat of your hostility

Induces my attack

What the fuck should I do?

To make myself a man

What the fuck should I do

I’m doing the best that I can

I’ll never give up my pride

And I’ll never surrender my hate

You on the opposite side

You’re the one who made me this way

Suppressed anger for all these years now

Disgusting, disgusting people, you stand and point at me

They are all but the pathetic, pathetic

Embarking on a crusade that is so damn addict-

Addictive, addictive

Therefore their prosperity

It will never ever be granted, yeah

What’s up with this world?

What the fuck, I can’t breathe

Pray for the forgiveness as you’re stripped of your rights

White collared people always seem to decide

Ask yourself a question, do you need to conform?

With the brain-washing games that are engaged to restrain now

The power to cure the power to kill

The power is ours we’ll use it at will

Worthless

Worthless

Worthless

Complexed is society, waging pressure upon our backs

And punishing our methods with their profits

These lashes killing and it pushes down, pushing our knees deep into the ground

And faulting, on the preside, once again I just can’t decide, yeah

What’s up with this world?

What the fuck I can’t breathe

Books of knowledge showing their glint forms of torture

Dropping the oppressor is our only solution

Psychoanalytical ways will never ever succeed

In finding a way into our brains and motives

Our lives are neglected our thoughts are invaded

But we had fought for conformity?

What the fuck should I do?

To make myself a man

What the fuck should I do

I’m doing the best that I can

I’ll never give up my pride

And I’ll never surrender my hate

You on the opposite side

You’re the one who made me this way

Get up and step to conformity

This is not the end

Worthless

Worthless

Worthless

Worthless