Letras:
Apathy The Game

liars like the Vatican throne I bring the life into a track like I'm Lazarus Home So never fuck around with me, I'm a statue of stone [Verse 2: Apathy

your window singing syncopated rhythms drowning in your ear and theyre all you ever, all you ever, ever hear. Your apathy says blame for this. Uh huh yeah. Apathy

all you seek, and all you gain And all you step on with no shame There are no rules, no one to blame The price to play the game Apathy, the chosen way

the trunk switchblades Ziggy stuff nicknames, itchy braids, bitchmade Faggots, my shit's changed, my cabbage is picked man Rollin' twenties up like Snoop Doggy dog's crip game

my back As sign ?®em up and rob ?®em blind Became modus operandi Battered, bleeding, bruised of heart - My self-esteem you tore apart Then spoke to me with forked tongue My game

wine, turpentine, Gertrude Stein Antonioni, Bertolucci, Kurosawa, Carmina Burana To apathy, to entropy, to empathy, ecstasy Vaclav Havel, The Sex Pistols, 8BC To no shame never playing the fame game

'Cause we're going nowhere We're mainlining on a bottle full of HIV It's slow burning on a drive back from apathy He won the war on a rigged game of

away my troubles, make me see clearly Don't wanna look the future straight in the eye Time passes by, I just up and die Life plays a game that I know

by one One more example of disrespect And that you seem to offer no more than complete neglect A generation with fate all tied And this ain't a game