Thrashed Reality - Lost Society

Tell me what I can’t see and blow my mind

Point out every fucking thing that I can’t find

Patience is a virtue but I’m in a hurry

Not really in the mood so don’t try to be sorry

Preach to me only if you stop believing in those

Spirits that have come here to save your ass

I’m the misfit with a bag full of tricks

Surrounded in this business class world full of pricks

Speak of me and you will see what’s hiding in my head

Images of you lying on the ground dead

Dug myself a grave but my ego doesn’t fit

My thoughts are locked up in my brain and the code is six six six

Someone could show me how to die, I got no clue

Gotta cause some mayhem soon and the model could be you

Some say get help there’s something rotten in your brain

I’m part of a mutant generation and I’ve gone insane

Fuck!

Uh!

I’ve seen it all and now I’ll end it all

Your high, my low, it’s gonna blow

Now!

Face me and get your daily dose of thrashed reality

Face me and get your daily dose of thrashed reality

Thashed reality

Reality!

I’m coming after you

Go!

Face me and get your daily dose of thrashed reality

Face me and get your daily dose of thrashed reality

Thashed reality

I’m coming after you

Bluah!

Yiah!

This is the way we were supposed to die!