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