Cripple Bastards - Ratings lyrics

My life can't close it'self in a hole
Can't vanish in the sad waiting list of
Those who have lost before they've begun
Of those who haven't gone beyond the
Gates of an imposed normality
Forced hate, I wish I had never met you
Tears of boredom, snapped nerves
Instant horror
I see my body move from one cage to another
I spend my days
Cultivating apathy, disinterest
Suffocated violence
I feel offended and inoffensive
A headstone stuck in cement - a broken candle
Hanged in silence
The disappointment is reciprocal
Kicks in the teeth, everyday, explode in
Your houses, in your schools
In your streets a increase of "culture" -
An abandonment of feelings
Creativity against passive dependence
Diversion against imposed standardization
Give the right value to individuality
Don't fall in the nullity
Of a speechless crowd
Looking for alternatives, inventing
One's life, this means living