A More Perfect Design

Hatred for this world To let them suffer Let them burn Just characters on the same TV Cheap shit, fake fame Dead kids, new gains Bootlegs, slave-made More dead, no graves Hatred for this world There are some sins There are some wars So inhuman that they damn Generations I'm putting blinders on, and I can't stand to see The dissonance is turning sadness to fatigue Vacation, workout tip, then child amputee The end of feeling human Don't let it make you go numb Don't let it dull your compassion Don't let them tell you you're wrong Don't let them claim this is balance, no Don't let them make you go numb Don't let them dull your compassion Don't let them tell you you're wrong Don't let them claim this is balance, no Don't let them make you go numb Don't let them dull your compassion Don't let them tell you you're wrong Don't let them claim this is balance, no Don't let them question your love