Lyrics

We forced you to lear and take your turn, now your age is your ultimate nothing Keep your hang-ups close, it's what you need the most, our sympathy is all you have now The twisted pleasure we get when we slap your face is better than a drug, sucker Thinker We raised you to see, blame them not me, wash your hands after you rape the feast Face the world with your chin held high; get out of the way, don't ask why The throbbing pleasure we get when we fake you out is better than money Thinker Live, breathe, ask, why, now, stop, laugh, cry Thinker