Break and bruise Peel of your face Coz I'm a pretty flower With shitty taste And born to bloom Not for pleasure What a fucking waste What a shitty taste Would you feel the same If youre being played Would you feel the same Life is like A cigarette And full of chemicals And other shit And the present of cancer To the gift of death And what a bitch Is the all thats left Would you feel the same If youre being played Take a minute to breathe, So you can clear your mind and see that Everytime you fuck and eat and shit and sleep And all your clothes were made in a factory and the Factory made this box and they call this box your life but Is this box your life and If you wanna know Just step outside And if you wanna know Just step outside, Don't be blind, Don't be blind Coz who made money? And theres no god? Isn't it funny? Aren't people odd? Who made money? Theres no god? Isn't it funny? Aren't people odd? Aren't people odd? Aren't people odd? Aren't people odd? Aren't people odd? Aren't people odd? Aren't people odd? Aren't people odd? Aren't people odd?