Title: Track One
Artist: Regurgitator
Composer(s): Benjamin Forder Ely, Martin Albert Lee, Quan Yeomans
Lyric:
My life is a paradox
Seems that I care a lot
Meaning that I stare a lot
But I don't give a fuck
Armchair compassionate
Accessory fashion it
Get me a character fit to assassinate
I generalize, criticize, amplify
Exemplifying what? Take a shot
Then sell it while the barrel's hot
Lying there and rotting, thinking what do I crave?
Slave to the market, market for the slaves
I'm just a sucker like you
I'm just a sucker like you
I'm just a sucker like you
I'm just a sucker like you
Social stand-outs with plastic obsessions
Commercial handouts for catchy confessions
I've got the fear that I'm gonna get afflicted
With a means to an end, I'm contradicted
Lost my integrity just momentarily
Grab its sorry ass and pin the fucker down please
Slap it in the face till it quits the hysteric
Rhetoric, then my friend you can fucking bury it
I'm just a sucker like you
I'm just a sucker like you
I'm just a sucker like you
I'm just a sucker like you
I'm just a sucker like you
I'm just a sucker like you
I'm just a sucker like you
I'm just a sucker like you
I'm just a sucker like you
I'm just a sucker like you
I'm just a sucker like you
I'm just a sucker like you
I'm just a sucker like you
I'm just a sucker like you
I'm just a sucker like you
I'm just a sucker like you
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