Low-Life

Those who are a waste of life Use up air that others could breathe Human leaches all around Looking superior is what they believe Fake is a word you represent Your existence on earth I resent At the cost of others you get by Each word that you speak

Data spies are scanning me Invasion of my brain They're digging deep They drive me mad I think I go insane A silent virus takes control And puts me on the screen My memory on empty hole No one to hear me scream High Tech Low Life I drown in informati

I stood there beside myself Thinking hard about the weather Then came by a friend of mine Suggested we go out together Then I knew it from the start This friend of mine would fall apart Pretending not to see his gun I said let's go out and have some