What Kind Of Society Do We Have

Where Doing The Wrong Is Right?

Living By Rules Pressured In Throughout Time

The Lies Are Always Being Fed

While The WOrld Is Going To Hell

Do All You Can To Please One

Please Yourself



A Product Of Society, Feelings Are Not Inbred

I'm Made To Feel No Sympathy

I May As Well Be Dead

I Know My Life Means More Than This

But Selfishness Has Been My Creed

Is There A Way To Feel Again

To Remove This Rotted Seed



I Was Born This Way, Can I Change?

Or Will I Remain A Product Of Society

Lust And Power, Isidious Greed

A Make Up Of What I Am

I Owe Society For Who I Am

A Selfish Child In The Form Of A Man



Feelingless, I Could Care Les

s About What Happens To You

Repent, Recant, Change My Ways?

Contradiction From What I Knew



Society's sick

The One We're In

Where Doing The Wrong Is Right

Pollution Of The Mind, Its Now Time

Rise Up Against The Filth That's

Being Fed To You And Me

Do All You Can To Please One

Please Yourself