We all knew this day would come.
The dead walk the earth and we're all fucked.
I hope hell is as good as it sounds.
Common sense isn't so common.
The right thing isn't even right.
Poppin' pills like we're poppin' pez.
Praise the wicked.
Walk with the dead.
Throwing bricks in a glass fucking house.
Fistfights and lashing out.
Poppin' pills like we're poppin' pez.
Praise the wicked.
Walk with the dead.
And I go along in life with my head down low.
Living life day by fucking day.
Just hoping someday it'll end.
But it won't.
And they wonder why we can't take it.
And they wonder why so many fall out.
A youth raised on Ritalin.
We destroyed this world and bled it dry.
We are the youth that's giving up.
We destroyed this world and bled it dry.
And God himself will look back at the human race and spit on us all.
