Don't want to bury my head in the crutch of society

Perverted parent that takes my energy

Sucking me dry with your morals, your threats

Christ, your queen, your politics

Fucking hypersensitive, super realist humanity

I'm one of your super hybred community

Commutes the arsehole of the economy

Watch out, watch out, it's all about

Reversion's setting in, and I can see you

Staring at me with your seizured brain

Trying to put me down the drain again

Well you're too smart, right from the start

I learned it well that the truth will tell

And you're done for, it's what the son's for

It's what the gun's for, it's what I've come for

You better run bore, you better run bore (x4