|
I am the coming of a new age |
|
Past your shit by far |
|
I was a puzzle in your sick life, |
|
But will never be a piece anymore. |
|
Because I worked through your fucking bullshit |
|
And I worked through your fucking lies |
|
Now I'm working on the edge |
|
With a thousand times the stress, |
|
So I can damn you down to size. |
|
I worked in your fucking warehouse |
|
I worked in your fucking dream |
|
I worked on the edge of the product community |
|
And found that nothing's what it seemed |
|
I fucking hate you.... |
|
Devy worked in the corner of the piss yard |
|
Bored and plagued by pain, |
|
Devy got a taste of the corporate community, |
|
And never went back again. |
|
I worked for you fucking bastards |
|
I worked for your fucking lies |
|
I went and pissed away too may fucking opportunities |
|
To try and make you fuckers feel right |
|
And I fucking hate you... |
|
I am the coming of a new age |
|
Stained we still stand tall |
|
I am the coming of a new age |
|
And I will never fall |
|
I bear the questions of a new time |
|
Seen but never heard |
|
I've seen the comings of a new time, get ready... |
|
Coz here it comes. |
|
Pushing your incompetance, |
|
And racial views aside |
|
And never now, |
|
Until death again, is there anywhere to... hide |
|
It starts here my friends, |
|
My brothers and sisters, |
|
The courage to show what is brave, and not to be weakened |
|
To stand it through, by any length |
|
To look into the eyes, |
|
And have the strength of men who say "fuck you" |
|
I won't do what you tell me... |
|
I don't care who you are... |
|
I'll never stop believing... |
|
And I'll never be the one who takes the heat in the name |
|
Of the remorse that isn't pushed into a hole |
|
Waiting now, and packing down |
|
Into the open spaces we must go and not be frightened |
|
As children we came, |
|
As children we go, |
|
So never look behind you, never look behind... "fuck you" |
|
It isn't a decision. |
|
It's a sign of greater things. |
|
And a loss will never matter... |
