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Caught in the grip,Of sobriety
Wasting away in hypocracy.
Stiff upper lip,Polite society
Fading away in mediocraty.
Everyone's found their own personal saviour.
Everyone's drowned in their best behaviour.
Everyone's happy,Everythings fine.
Everyone's driving me out of my mind.
What I realy want to do,Is assassinate rage and rule.
What I realy want to do,Is burn down the new school.
Spin the social circle,Maybe you'll arrive.
Consider yourself lucky,Just to get home alive.
What I realy want to do,Is assassinate rage and rule.
What I realy want to do,Is burn down the new school.
They work ya for a nickle,Then bill ya for a dime.
They make every breath ya take,Just a waste of time.
Don't do as they tell ya,Don't think as they say.
The dreams they sell ya
Only fade away.
What I realy want to do,Is assassinate rage and rule.
What I realy want to do,Is burn down the new school.
It came by the pound,Now it's under a grahm.
And it can't be found,For less than a grand.
What I realy want to do,Is assassinate rage and rule.
What I realy want to do,Is burn down the new school.
#2
Some minor spelling issues, to be sure. Other then that, I hope you have a strong melody to carry this song. (I'm assuming its a song) Because the lyrics will not carry it. They rhymes are forced, some of the ideas are odd or nonsensical. I mean... caught in the grip of sobriety? Wasting away in mediocrity is right. I recommend that you make stanza breaks, it'll make everything seem much smoother.
what comes up comes out