Thank the PCTC for all the hard work they try to inject into the youth of society. Lets do our part, all in the communikey.
Open your eyes to the vanilla skies that you painted with your tongue.
Open your mind to the empty disguise, your mask could not be wrong.
How do you know what’s good for you? How do you know you’re really you?
Wake up, wake up. Whoa. Stand up, stand up, whoa.
A shot to the heart, now is the time to start.
Waken the sleep knot.
Destroy all you can, kill both woman and man just to calm offended cries.
From death to your birth, you’ve zero net worth, gotta work now until you die.
How do I know what’s good for you? How do we know I’m not lying too?
Don’t want to hurt you, don’t want to hurt your family too. I’m out of options. Don’t say my name, I’ll condemn you. If you don’t pay, I’ll forget you.
Wake up, wake up, whoa. Stand up, stand up, whoa.
A shot to the head so we can be fed. Shut up, shut up, whoa.
Open your eyes to vanilla skies. Open blood shot eyes.