The District Attorneys Are Selling Your Blood 歌词

The irony of process You just sit there, Watching yourself from nothingness Thinking of nothing specific It is hard To imagine a philosophy By someone Who might not even be able to think Entertainment from the Slaughterhouse We are the architects of daily Madness We chew up meat with our teeth And destroy things that are better Than us While seeing your world grow He remains a child And now he sees what you are doing And can't undestand But you actually really don't know What Charlie thinks Because he didn't say anything about Himself We chew up meat with our teeth And destroy things that are better Than us