Call Of Schizophrenia

Talk, talk, talk, talk Countless words yet still nothing more than curse is talk all you do in your life? I think I'm allergic to the lines your mouth spills And to all the fucked up truth White sheets for the dead bullets for the living Fuck, fuck,

Puppets of society controlled, no souls dominated by fear ruled by few Robots of society numbered, no will dominated by war treated as a dog What is real anymore? When do we dare to say no? FEAR OF DOMINATION! Instruments of governments TOYS OF MASTE

I see all the faces All the ugly faces I'd like to kill them all But not still hurt them all I want to feel the knife inside Oh God, don't hurt me now What should I do when the voices tell me to lie? Time's running out, system's falling down Time has