Вершы: KHIGH. Copylefted Rightovers. Don't Call Me.

So many prophets speak the truth, I get confused
Everyone's proud of his own nothing, it's so cool
Millions of idiots share the same story swearing it's the one
Caged inside the walls they built like inmates without plan

And what I see
Kills what I feel
Kills what I am
And how I live

Shielded by outfits like an army of unknowns
Invoking gods, praise sex and wealth to improve the world

And what I see
Kills what I feel
Kills what I am
And how I live

Don't call me son, don't call me at all
This is a love I do not want
Can't let me down, next time around
You'll be the same you've ever been

Trusty offspring of a clumsy culprit
The unnamed authority that leads our choice
In my sleep I dreamt of better ways to spread
Enlightenment to trust my brothers
Wide awake I see the leftovers of
Copyrighted fantasies without a cause

Don't call me son, don't call me at all
This is a love I do not want
Can't let me down, next time around
You'll be the same you've ever been

Nothing
You gave me nothing
Don't blame society
You can't be a victim
Of yourself

Choices
Always the simplest
To please the strongest
Feeling the safest
Of this mob
Don't call me son, don't call me at all

This is a love I do not want

Remember you can't let me down

Next time around you'll be the same you've ever been

(Thanks to Alanis for these lyrics)