GUILTY?! (cl)

Do the final step,
'cause dissapointment fills you up.
Close your eyes and start a hidden search,
for more truth, for more hate coming up.

Your head clears itself,
the cold view rapes your rusty dreams.
Dead connection to your faded heart
makes you numb.

They back you out, my friend, IT'S JUST SOCIETY,
no re-entry, they bomb away your place to be.

Left alone with too many choices.
Which gun you want to buy?
Your attidude is mocked,
but life is no longer a lie.

Friends are leaving slowly,
real honesty's too hard.
Nobody shows respect.
Finally no safety guard.

They back you out, my friend, IT'S JUST SOCIETY,
no re-entry, they bomb away your place to...

...be! Without control, release your soul,
beware of hopes.

Now it's time for renaissance, throw away the coat of rules,
get the gun and load the weapon, look for adapted fools...

Start your tour at your block,
shoot your neighbourhood,
rip up your neighbours dog,
and don't come back for good.

Close your eyes and shoot around,
no matter what you hit,
death in great variety,
IT'S JUST SOCIETY.

Now it's done, your death ahead, the last bullet's saved for you,
turn the gun, open your mouth, like the blowing slatterns do.
Let your tongue fool around the barrel, taste metallic leave,
lay your thumb upon the trigger, let start the iron bees.

Holy walk into the hall of fame,
so many people, all the same,
but you have no friends here again.

Holy walking through the gates of hell,
so far away there rings a bell,
to close up your own little cell.
It's the same as on earth, well?