Don´t Need This - Kids Insane

Sit on a bus…

The soundtrack of religious views

is poking out for miles

so why am I considered a drag?

the holy land ain’t nicer than a hell with nice trees

so feel the ease At home… discomfort…

the television is spelling out living lies.

The sun is stabbing my own eyes

The ground is scorching my own feet;

I guess I’m Home.

You!

Acting like your shit don’t stink

No phylactery on my arms I’m tagged with my own plea

Still have myself to believe in

and that’s right, i refuse to believe in your everything.

The sun is stabbing my own eyes

The ground is scorching my own feet;

I guess I’m Home.

I’M ONLY FUCKING HUMAN!

Treat me like less only makes a bigger mess

wishing i was not…

it would sure explain a lot.