Whatever you want, whatever makes you happy You can’t ruffle any feathers, don’t
forget to stir the gravy Well Even though our youth, it’s all part of the procreation
You try to hide the truth, with your procrastination But Individuality, thrives
on the carnage Suiciety, never reaps the harvest The times and the place, keep
on moving on like the ocean So wipe that fucken stupid look off your face Cause
it's just like I imagined Everything I do, just adds to your dissatisfaction
You look at my ideals, to hide your morbid fascination But Individuality, thrives
on the carnage And that suicide, suiciety, it never reaps any harvest Individuality,
thrives on the carnage And that suiciety, it’s never gonna reap any harvest
Well that Individuality, thrives on your carnage And that suicide - suicide
- suiciety, it’s never gonna reap any harvest
