Code 4-15

I see the confusion in your eyes
Some things you can never hide
I can’t stand to hear you talking shit
About what you don’t realize

I don’t wanna be like you
Take your convictions and shove ‘em up your ass
I don’t wanna be like you
A standard by-product of white-collar upper class

What’s wrong with you?
So cynical and ignorant yet condescending toward me
What’s wrong with you?
Look at yourself before you judge me from your insecurities