Politically correct, you're scripted, you're weak
People that don't have the guts to say what they feel
Pure scum, that's what you are, you're far away from being considered
significant, ants
Go along with everybody else, if they jump off a cliff, it's cool, you can kill
yourself
You're scared of opinions, to be compared to the millions
Go to your nine to five, that's makes you feel "alive"
And I woke up, in this new era
This new millenium, where I can't say a word
Politically correct, you're scripted, you're weak
People that don't have the guts to say what they feel
You may have exit the cave, but your eyes are still closed
and you lie on purpose mate
This is nothing but organised hatred.
Formulate your speech without honesty.
The disease of the new generation, infected by the ones who control our
nation.
Denial and envy
And I woke up, in this new era
This new millenium, where I can't say a word
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