Crisis Kid Songtext
von Corbin
Crisis Kid Songtext
Constant pain, hearts in decay
Government pills to numb everything
Caustic greed, blind or insane
Forgot how to feel, cost of the kids
Product of your environment
It′s not your fault you don't like to live
A slaughterhouse, it′s tiring
Born to the fire, you're a crisis kid
You're a crisis kid
We′re all crisis kids
You′re a crisis kid
Those narcissists getting high on blood
More paper cuts, they're favorite drugs
So hard, I shake, but you won′t wake up
They're faking it, those snakes don′t love you
Break the banks, replace their laws
Destructive faith, no, they're not God
Profit of pain, kill our prophets off
Toxic rain, toxic fog
Know thy Christ
War′s not lost
It's a crisis
Yeah, born to the fire, you're a crisis kid
You′re a crisis kid
We′re all crisis kids
You're a crisis kid
Those narcissists getting high on blood
More paper cuts, they′re favorite drugs
So hard, I shake, but you won't wake up
They′re faking it, those snakes don't love you
Rip the page, we tear it up
Our power is in numbers
Their medicine was not enough
We′re dying to live, no time to lose
We're born to be numb in psych ward land
The psych ward is here
Throw away their drugs
The psych ward ends, the cycle ends here
Government pills to numb everything
Caustic greed, blind or insane
Forgot how to feel, cost of the kids
Product of your environment
It′s not your fault you don't like to live
A slaughterhouse, it′s tiring
Born to the fire, you're a crisis kid
You're a crisis kid
We′re all crisis kids
You′re a crisis kid
Those narcissists getting high on blood
More paper cuts, they're favorite drugs
So hard, I shake, but you won′t wake up
They're faking it, those snakes don′t love you
Break the banks, replace their laws
Destructive faith, no, they're not God
Profit of pain, kill our prophets off
Toxic rain, toxic fog
Know thy Christ
War′s not lost
It's a crisis
Yeah, born to the fire, you're a crisis kid
You′re a crisis kid
We′re all crisis kids
You're a crisis kid
Those narcissists getting high on blood
More paper cuts, they′re favorite drugs
So hard, I shake, but you won't wake up
They′re faking it, those snakes don't love you
Rip the page, we tear it up
Our power is in numbers
Their medicine was not enough
We′re dying to live, no time to lose
We're born to be numb in psych ward land
The psych ward is here
Throw away their drugs
The psych ward ends, the cycle ends here
Writer(s): Elliott Kozel, Corbin Smidzik, Simon Christensen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

