The World Doesn't Fit

Feel yourself on top of the world

Feel yourself under her spell

You wish that you would exist

Spitting out hate in rhymes you forsake

Always looking for an easy way out

It's your escape

You're a pawn of a man

Who controls the strings

The very steps you'll make

You frown at the phrase that you don't own the very life that you mistake

Hide from the truth

That you wish to ignore

Just 'cause it's not in front of you

Doesn't mean the effects won't come through

Weak is the man

A wannabe cult of personality complex

That won't come true

Just the joker's fool

You ignore the ignored

They cry for help

They speak for change

But you'd rather live in this hell

The spice of life you adore

It's your indulgence overload

And the decadence you stole

You take from their minds

Because you're weak in the spine

And there's no originality in your flow

There's no future you choose little boy

Just compromising unsatisfactory lies you endure

There's no future you can choose little boy

Just compromising unsatisfactory lies we endure

We endure

You've got to change your ways

You've got to change your games

You've got to fix your sense

You've got to fix this end

You've got to change your ways

You've got to change your games

You've got to fix your sense

You've got to fix this end

You've got to fix this end

You've got to fix this end

You've got to fix this end

You've got to fix this end

You've got to fix this end

You've got to fix this end