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Lyrics: God Awfuls (The). Next Stop Armageddon. Disconnected Youth.


I've been stripped down and kicked out and shown the fucking door,
don't need no friends to make amends 'cause i'm the one at war,
a word to the wise, don't need your fucking lies,
if ignorance is bliss, you can keep your paradise

and you don't want nothing from me
yeah i'm a fist pumping anti-christ blight on society
you don't want nothing from me
the only thing you want is to keep me on my knees

i'm tired of turning blind eyes to you racist motherfuckers
patriot pretenders and you tatooed phony rockers
keep your fashion whores, dont need em anymore
they'll kiss you and dismiss you just like they're keeping score

and you don't want nothing from me
yeah i'm a fist pumping anarchist blight on society
you don't want nothing from me
the only thing you want, to keep me on my knees

to the disconnected youth
just looking for the truth
it's ugly and its empty
and you'll never shine until you get away

to all you motherfuckers standing in my way, you know i got something to say
can't waste my time with the simple idle minds
motherfuckers never listen to me anyway
they don't listen, they dont listen, they don't listen at all

to the disconnected youth
just looking for the truth
its ugly and its empty
and you'll never shine until you get away
God Awfuls (The)