Humanitarianism
I need sometime to get up
when I wake up I feel so trashy
nothing more than a complex of unknown cells destructed
by my inner sense of weakness
by my sense of disbelief in this world
in you and me, in all this sickness,
humanitarianism
I ignore your commands cos' you coward and ill
I supose you entirely destructed all your fears
all I care is about my independent career
and doesn't matter how
doesn't matter my dear
I neglect all your rules
I refuse to give up
yeah I am still a retarded
but I'm still standing here
alone
Autor(es): The Cigarettes