Album: A Quiet Time of Desperation
So self righteous
You think you're better than the common folk
Place yourself on a pedestal
Turn your nose up at those who oppose
Your straight line thinking
You make me sick,
Elitist
No tolerance
For anyone
Not like you
Crusader out to save the world
With your bogus set of rules
Who would remain if you had your way?
Your lofty morals won't mean shit when you're alone
You make me sick,
Elitist
No tolerance
For anyone
Not like you
Your warped ideals mean nothing to me
Your warped ideals mean nothing to me
I'll walk outside the lines
As your free thinking adversary
Your new crusade against diversity
Is no different than the dogma of
The dictators we fought before