God's Country - Incendiary

You’re too fucking weak to live a day in my head

And you’re too fucking scared to realize heaven’s hell

You live your life in a rut, with the blinds drawn shut

With your head in your hands like a shot to the gut

Chasing a chance at the top with a smile and a wave

This city is full of fakers, this city is full of graves

No better than the trash on the tracks

Blank like concrete on the street

I love the hate I hold

Growing up, I learned how to sit and listen

Now I stand up and take aim from my position

Ripped from the dead minds of the majority

And hearing the lies of the civil authority

I’m the fucking gun shoved into your back

They’re all dead inside with hollow eyes forcing words upon their tongues to

disguise

Their miserable fucking lives

Their miserable fucking lives

They are all in the stars, but I’m looking at the gutter

They are all in the stars, but I’m looking at the gutter