Every time I walk down the street
I want to kill half the people I meet
Mindless zombies running around
Like sheep for the slaughter
They don't seem to understand
They soil the world with their dirty hands
They're content just to follow along
And to take what they're given
I don't need their condescension
I don't care what they do to me
I won't conform to their conventions
In this f*cked up society
You've got to come to your senses
Break free from their grand design
See through their false pretenses
See the truth behind their lies
Users feed on innocence
Like a virus, spread their ignorance
Isolate, fornicate, and consume
Without ever evolving
They don't seem to understand
They grab at the world with their grimy hands
They're content to follow the crowd
And to do what they're told
FGFC820 - Society Lyrics
FGFC820 - Society Lyrics
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Every time I walk down the street
I want to kill half the people I meet
Mindless zombies running around
Like sheep for the slaughter
They don't seem to understand
They soil the world with their dirty hands
They're content just to follow along
And to take what they're given
I don't need their condescension
I don't care what they do to me
I won't conform to their conventions
In this f*cked up society
You've got to come to your senses
Break free from their grand design
See through their false pretenses
See the truth behind their lies
Users feed on innocence
Like a virus, spread their ignorance
Isolate, fornicate, and consume
Without ever evolving
They don't seem to understand
They grab at the world with their grimy hands
They're content to follow the crowd
And to do what they're told
I want to kill half the people I meet
Mindless zombies running around
Like sheep for the slaughter
They don't seem to understand
They soil the world with their dirty hands
They're content just to follow along
And to take what they're given
I don't need their condescension
I don't care what they do to me
I won't conform to their conventions
In this f*cked up society
You've got to come to your senses
Break free from their grand design
See through their false pretenses
See the truth behind their lies
Users feed on innocence
Like a virus, spread their ignorance
Isolate, fornicate, and consume
Without ever evolving
They don't seem to understand
They grab at the world with their grimy hands
They're content to follow the crowd
And to do what they're told
Writer: GEOFFREY PAUL ZANELLI, ROBERT CAMPBELL WILLIAMSON
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group