Hypocritical - Methods of Mayhem

I need you, most everyday I want to in every way Love that pretty little game you play Y'all twisted 'round my DNA Doing that hormone thing Your secrets on ever

God's voice whispers loudly on Chasin' the dawn till the morning's gone Pounds of time keep me drifting sad sweetly Falling mad deeply into a place where I carr

There is no sunrise There has never been a rain Only an emptiness No time, No fear, No pain No bodies crying out No one has yet to pray No light has shone on do

With a purposeful grimace And a terrible scowl He pulls the spitting High tension wires down Helpless people on subway trains Scream my god as he looks in on th

Things are not going well I won't lie to you man Can't forget what's been done My head's in my hand I'm so tired (Tired from the pain) Frustrations are buildin'

Hard whiskey and rum Feel like I'm living under God's thumb People say it all the time That my life it ain't worth a dime Now I cry and I try moving To a land t

We populate contaminate And suffocate in our own waste So now Kuwait can celebrate and salivate While we all eat barbiturates And aspirate in our V 8's While cr