Death By Stereo

They forgot and they stopped thinking
They never saw the beaty in ugliness
In this climate I feel like I'm dying
Suffocating a slow and painfull death
The hatefull status the ladders you're climbing
Are taking you to new heights of ignorance
Let's think about it, it's really kinda funny
I couldn't get it on your fucking list
I never fit in anywhere
And now I don't think I fit here
With no hope, nothing to believe in
The kind of place we all dream about
Without borders without boundries
Creative outlet I can't live without
Uniforms, cop like styles
We see you coming marching single file
Bow to fashion your leader man