The Haunted

High on fire and solid confidence
Truthful rantings but no one is listening
Check collateral, sweep the corners
the fear of words in a fucked-up reality
Steal my freedom of speech my liberty
Fail my rights to express myself
All this half-lied semperfi stone-faced bullshit
Infecting me to deplete my design
I'm drowning in the fear of gods
The more I see the less I want
I was not raised to shut my mouth
but as long as it holds me
I'll fight it and scold it
all my life
Merge and fold to avoid complexity
all we know is a backfire parody
Know your place see no malady
shut your hole and accept the abuse
let it burn, let it burn, let it burn