2K Situations 가사

I recall, it only goes so far back when Simple things, we the most them This never ending, regenerating Contamination of ones memories What happened to The Curse? What happened to A Body Count? What happened to Sweet Revenge? What happened to The Sorrow? Breathe into me what has become a standard In this day and age, where we fade away What means the most, I find myself drifting Into the sitcoms of reality Yeah, and fuck you This is a movement We turn the dial on stations that never change Blame it on, the economy all you want But stage or not, we aren't here to talk This is a fight. an ever lasting war. Against the those among us who want more and more and more I find myself in this delusion Seeking past tense restitution Will someone please grab me by the throat And squeeze me till my eyes bleed I've found it's easier to move Without an anchor in my back pocket Face it, even with a face lift Your worth your weight in motherfucking change, bitch God damn By the way, was there something I should know today? Like how to stay away from these 2k situations They bring me down faster than I'm already falling Face to ground, they pin me down at the shoulders, now Now if you hate me I want you to show me Get up here