Paroles de False Idxls

So in this idea that everybody is fundamentally The ultimate reality Not god in a politically, kingly sense But god in the sense of being the self That deep down, basic, whatever there is And you're all that Only you're pretending you're not Show me to your leader And I'll spit right in his face You've run this planet right into the ground Your system is sickening The machine's clearly broken They fill your mind up with suffering Control your thoughts You little piece of shit Their smiles are so bitter We see through them clearly There's blood in the rivers But we still drink from them freely I won't conform The machine's clearly broken I won't conform Your entire life's a fucking lie Show me your pain They fill your mind up with suffering I won't conform Show me your pain Show me your pain Show me your pain Show me