Five-Six (Full Scale)

All I want is for the world to stop All I want is for the greed to disappear Pick up the pace back up Take your philosophy And shove it away Your throat reeks of hypocrisy I've only one shot to get through to you Too much to ask Pick up your pace Stand up, state your theology And hide truth away A long way from democracy I've only one shot to get through to you Death. It's not yours it's not mine It's just ours and it's sublime Pain. Too much war And not enough blood Pick up your pace Stand up, take your college degree And cue for your pay 'Cause you reek of the problem see They've only one job to give all of you Too much too ask Pick up your pace Stand up, break everything you see Take comfort in pain It's all that you have left you see They've only one gun They can't shoot all of you I've been backed into a corner Making me feel like you never really need me If you want me to be nothing All that I ask is you stop being something I've been backed into a corner Making me feel like you never really need me If you want me to be something All that I ask is you stop being nothing Back me in I did not choose what is making me sick but I still fall I did not choose what I got (No!) Back me in