Splatter

Fuck your social contract I never signed

Fuck your norms

Fuck your swarms

Fuck your flocks of sheep

Fuck your plans and expectations

Fuck your lands and administrations

Fuck your crowds of peeps

Fuck your cliques and organizations

Fuck your churches and sedations

Fuck your rules I make my own mind

And when you're choking in the crowd

I'll be laughing, laughing out loud

Watching it all come crumbling down

Fuck your circus you fucking clowns

Fuck your employers I work for myself

Fuck your nine

fuck your five

Fuck your taxes and fees

Fuck your benefits

Fuck your same old shit

Fuck your quiet empty streets

Fuck your titles

Fuck your bibles

Fuck your roles go fuck yourselves

And when you're tired

And when you're weary

I'll be living free living for me

And when you're at the end of your rope

I'll still have fucking hope

And when you're jumping off a ledge

I'll watch you go off the edge

I'll be there but your machine will never care