Vagabond Soul

Regime

I thought it was you but I had some
doubts but I recognized your
smell that pepper mouth
the thorn in my side that won't come out
you are feeling that won't subside
so it's four more pills that I throw down
wade into your war under bullet clouds
violence and noise fields of blood
a healthy disorder we conduct

still I don't see things quite like you do
I don't feel things like you say I should
and you know I should but I never will

Wash my sores in your acid rain
a hapless freak whose soul is stained
a way of life that's void of esteem
the fumbling serf in your vile regime

yeah I don't see things
quite like you do
I don't feel things like you say I should
I don't see things like you do
I don't feel things like you say I should

and I never will
I never will never will
and I never will