Dys Yellow
So tired of all the lies
Can't see so open your eyes
We talk about everyone else
Let's stop and improve ourselves
Backstab blood flowing free
It's him or her or them or me
Like vultures preying on the dead
Can't leave anything unsaid
Say hi when someone's here
They leave smile turns to sneer
We're free to stab and spit and spout
More pointless shit
No point and no good at all
We're cool 'cause someone else is small
If we've nothing better to do
Then I'm sorry for me and you
