Tekstovi: Fiction Plane. Hate.

We?re cool we?re different
And we hate things
Yeah we hate things
We hate people

Take a stand and we will cut you down
Be yourself and we?ll call you a liar
Be somebody else and we?ll set you on fire
Keep yourself to yourself and we don?t care if you die yeah

Don?t tell me to look at myself
I know that I don?t exist
I am perfect I don?t exist
In your stupid human world

Before you tell me what you think?s in my mind
There?s something there that I?ve been trying to find

About the day that I woke up to decide
The world is ugly and I want to be blind

Take a minute to think what?s right
You?ll be up until the end of the night
Best forget that peoples? problems are there
Turn on the tv, sit there and stare

Just what?s wrong with us is hard to explain
You know it?s easier to kill than create
Building happiness it seems there?s no time
We spend our days here thinking love is a crime