Hate Dept. — Thinker lyrics

Lyrics

We forced you to lear and take your turn, now your age is your ultimate nothing
Keep your hang-ups close, it’s what you need the most, our sympathy is all you
have now
The twisted pleasure we get when we slap your face is better than a drug, sucker
Thinker
We raised you to see, blame them not me, wash your hands after you rape the
feast
Face the world with your chin held high; get out of the way, don’t ask why
The throbbing pleasure we get when we fake you out is better than money
Thinker
Live, breathe, ask, why, now, stop, laugh, cry
Thinker