Things that I believe
Try to hide from me
Tempers rising up
Drinking from the cup
Look around and see
The same conspiracies
Make us feel the fear
Forging what we hear
Theories fly
People die
Piece of shit
Made to fit
Scripted, gifted hand it out
Drastic, Plastic hand it out
No one's looking hand it out
Make it quick just hand it out
Medicated flat
Ended by the pack
Stuck inside a maze
Psycho in a craze
Never can they fight
Slip into the night
Never ending cries
Now you are the prize
Theories fly
People die
Piece of shit
Made to fit
Scripted, gifted hand it out
Drastic, Plastic hand it out
No one's looking hand it out
Make it quick just hand it out
Lack of empathy
Kill instead of free
Things that I believe
Still disturbing me
Theories fly
People die
Piece of shit
Made to fit
Scripted, gifted hand it out
Drastic, Plastic hand it out
No one's looking hand it out
Make it quick just hand it out