Kulturkampf Disturbed
If you are depressed people, and you want to fight - fight against the system with all your strength and might. You know you are confused and you’re in a twist. There’s no need to show aggression with a fist. I look over my shoulder and what do I see? I see four white faces staring at me. “What are you doing here and where are you from?” The questions come over just like a bomb. Why can’t you just leave me alone? I’ve never, ever done anything wrong to you. Why can’t you just go away? What the hell are you going through? What the hell are you going through? I wake up in the morning and there’s blood on my face. All my body has been slashed - oh, what a disgrace. I’ve got to do something - I’ve got to get out, away from all the depressed people who make me want to scream and shout.
