Playground

Getting tired of the games, sick of the sick
Bending all my bones you bring more punches and kicks
Resistance on a standstill, apathy sets quick
This is mutilation, craving my next fucking fix

My head's the problem, your fist's the solution
By applying pressure you free the polution
Now enslaved to society, I follow the assembly line
But today I walk a free man, no shakles on our feet
Therefore I must proclaim this foreign cerbellum only mine