Raised Fist - Chaos lyrics

rate me

Six-figure salary and still not fed up with insanity

Sound like u are mentally ill

And I still wonder why u keep chasin' the dollar bill

So fix ur lips ur hips, actin' like twenty

And u can't come to grips with the plague ordinary people call age

U are workin' ovatime, as a banker

Organized crime, leather shoes, expensive watch

Big mansion, still u cry at night

How sweet, ur kids in the backseat while u smoke and work on the next tweet

Everyone in the gang so happy, then it ends with a bang

A piece of processed food in the corner of ur mouth

when u pushed her south and because the man that u did not plan

It was like u could not command ur own body

U could not withstand

Done, when done, cash in the hand, zip ur pants up

Back to a happy marriage and family land

Let it be said, u should be dead

Let it be said, they should be dead

When I feel down and low, in the city of cold

Where the snow falls, and no flowers seem to grow

We try to go out on tour, we try to ignore

The insecure media whores burnin' out of control