Life's a disgrace, success is the fate Seek jokes, the path breaks, turn reels to get a laugh Blazed with grenades, life's a blight, mad Jorks off to posters of guns and promised lands That's when I see all my sisters lose their minds I tell them run, leave this life and fate behind Call your friends, cross the hills, towards the skies Until the sun wakes and burns you in the eyes Schools of their hate, a sip and taste Burns up their hi-fi to kill expressive style Expecting love, expecting praise Keeps building anger until the end of days That's when I see all my sisters lose their minds I tell them run, leave this life and fate behind Call your friends, cross the hills, towards the skies Until the sun wakes and burns you in the eyes And when I see all your signals in the sky I promise you that I won't be far behind You'll see the smoke of his old ways rising high And you will know that his generation died And when I see all your signals in the sky I promise you that I won't be far behind You'll see the smoke of his old ways rising high And you will know that his generation died