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I'm used to saying what I think or staying silent. Metal is protest music about truth and self-expression, not about ponies and mermaids. Tired of the deceitful society. ========================================================================================== [Instrumental] [Verse 1] I wake up surrounded by blank open eyes Chewing the script they were fed their whole lives They nod in rhythm, they swallow the lie Grass in their mouths, no spark inside They stare at screens like itβs pasture land Counting the days till the slaughter van I smell the fear but they call it peace Standing in line, begging not to think [Chorus] Youβre not alive, youβre just staying tame Heads down low waiting for the blade Mouths full of grass, brains full of shame You call it living, I call it decay I donβt need saving, I see you clear Youβre waiting your end and pretending itβs fine I donβt need heaven, I need distance From the sound of you chewing time [Verse 2] They say βbe patientβ, they say βbehaveβ Reward obedience, punish the brave Brand on the skin, bell on the neck March to the fence and call it respect They mock the fire theyβve never felt Laugh at the cage while tightening belts Choice is an illusion sold by weight Pick your poison, pick your fate I donβt want comfort, I want the truth raw I donβt want answers chewed up and soft If this is living, then I refuse Iβd rather burn than rot with you [Chorus] Youβre not alive, youβre just staying tame Heads down low waiting for the blade Mouths full of grass, brains full of shame You call it living, I call it decay I donβt need saving, I see you clear Youβre waiting your end and pretending itβs fine I donβt need heaven, I need distance From the sound of you chewing time [Outro] Keep chewing grass Keep standing last The gate is open You wonβt leave it I donβt need saving I just need space From the herd From the end you wait for
