Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song (I Blame) Society, artist - Titus Andronicus. Album song An Obelisk, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 20.06.2019
Record label: Merge
Song language: English
(I Blame) Society |
I blame society |
Society’s to blame |
I claim society |
Is playing a hostile game |
Inside my diary |
I hide my private shame |
And I blame society, society |
Society’s to blame |
I’m not sick, it’s the world that is |
They’re hiding their disease behind a giant sign |
It’s twice the size of life as we perceive it to be |
This sign I describe, it reads, «In silence you are free» |
That’s how they try to tie and tightly bind us |
Reclined in our seats, oh my |
They think that we are spineless |
I think they are all cheats |
It seems the Earth is speeding swiftly |
Towards a grave catastrophe |
That’s my anxiety |
It’s the opposing team to my sobriety |
Whose reliable defeat is no surprise to me |
It’s always the same |
I blame society, society |
Society’s to blame |
They provide a dried out dream |
Lying through their teeth |
I find the one thousandth of one percent |
Are thriving by deceit, oh Jesus |
They supply us meager feedings |
While they feast in greed, oh Christ |
They prescribe a violent beating |
Ninety times a week, at least |
They line us up in binaries for psychiatry retreats |
Until they finally refine the virus that makes us obsolete |
Society, society, society’s to blame |
Society, society, society’s to blame |
Society’s to blame |
Society’s to blame |
Blame, blame |
Society |
I’m not sick, the system is |
Despicable and twisted |
It’s nothing that you can fix with wishes |
It tricks you with its little gifts |
Then kicks you when you fuss or fidget |
Picket it or be its critic |
The fists will come down vigorously |
Little bits of it are in your blood stream from a single visit |
An isolated incident is a thing of fiction |
We are all complicit |
Our fingerprints all bleed |
And I blame society |
For poisoning the seed |
That grew the vilest tree |
So we could be its leaves |
Inside my diary |
I hide my private shame |
And I blame society, society |
Society’s to blame |
One, two, three |