Stalemate

Hatred and genocide, this is still the land of murder and suicide
Twenty-two and already burned out from the telescreen hammering doubt
«Smoke a bowl, man, relax and rebel»
If all the truths be known, it wouldn’t matter anyway
'Cause some things never change, you know things never change
I’m just waiting for the day I become what I hate
And everything’s locked in a goddamn stalemate
I don’t honor or respect your flag, your values, your drug arrests
And cutting my wrists is a cop-out, but the crisis upon me keeps bludgeoning
doubt
A siren tears the night in half, my insides shattered while my outside laughs
'Cause some things never change, I know things never change
Tomorrow I don’t know, but today my mind’s locked;
One eye on the system, the other on the clock
Just waiting for the day I’ll become what I hate
All the pointing guns locked me in this stalemate
I know what I hate: stalemate…
Fuck you and fuck this stalemate