Thinker - Hate Dept.

We forced you to lear and take your turn, now your age is your ultimate nothing

Keep your hang-ups close, it’s what you need the most, our sympathy is all you

have now

The twisted pleasure we get when we slap your face is better than a drug, sucker

Thinker

We raised you to see, blame them not me, wash your hands after you rape the

feast

Face the world with your chin held high;

get out of the way, don’t ask why

The throbbing pleasure we get when we fake you out is better than money

Thinker

Live, breathe, ask, why, now, stop, laugh, cry

Thinker