Stalemate - SMP

Hatred and genocide, this is still the land of murder and suicide

Twenty-two and already burned out from the telescreen hammering doubt

«Smoke a bowl, man, relax and rebel»

If all the truths be known, it wouldn’t matter anyway

'Cause some things never change, you know things never change

I’m just waiting for the day I become what I hate

And everything’s locked in a goddamn stalemate

I don’t honor or respect your flag, your values, your drug arrests

And cutting my wrists is a cop-out, but the crisis upon me keeps bludgeoning

doubt

A siren tears the night in half, my insides shattered while my outside laughs

'Cause some things never change, I know things never change

Tomorrow I don’t know, but today my mind’s locked;

One eye on the system, the other on the clock

Just waiting for the day I’ll become what I hate

All the pointing guns locked me in this stalemate

I know what I hate: stalemate…

Fuck you and fuck this stalemate