Songtext von Free Will

Spew out pea-brain critiques in fanzines for fuckin' geeks If you're starved to live by decree, feed on flavors of the week You're making enemies with every word we read Stare and wait with no clue Can't dance like your idols do Slam the door shut and leave so disappointed All that you got was me We're making enemies with every word we breathe So quick to show off a knock-off style So proud you climbed to the top of the pile Hollow heads swallowed empty fads whole Once they bled all the real shit dry A sense of security in typecast identity You wanted an enemy and you made one out of me