"There are a lot of things going wrong within our society right now. The two big root causes are ignorance and extremism, which are equally bad.
The booming bass drives the song into a rage against wrong forms of everyday living, ironizing common ideas.
The chorus comes to counteract with a sense of detachment but still ridiculing ignorance in a subtle manner.

Love, Michael Drew"

You remind me of a true freak
You like music for yourself
That's wrong
You carry chainsaws in your lap
That's wrong
You have the balls of a bull
Why is that?
Are you a bull?
That's wrong


The world is spinning and I won't believe it
Won't believe it
Won't believe it


You say words are forever
And diamonds are cheap
You say
You don't need me anyway
But death is gonna make a bright day
Bright days are all that we want

You play games in the night time
You go out only Sundays
You take life as a job
But your job is a bullshit
You pay rent for a dumpster
You make showers on Mondays
You use sleeves as a napkin
And I never saw you naked

Well, that's wrong


The world is spinning and I won't believe it
Won't believe it
Won't believe it


You say god is a believer
You say he is with you
You do carry ideas but
You still have to search for it

Take what you need
Take what you need
Take what you need and break it

You forget all the time, why?
You go out only Sundays
You take life as it seems
But it never goes as expected
Glitches may occur, and
Chaos can invade,
Taste of concrete
Is the reminder of the fame

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