Vanbot Maniac
Checkpoints, borders, fears growing colder
You turn it into mash and sort it into folders
If a tear comes streaming, kill that feeling
You're growing a ‘stache and say that you're older
Before we turn into numbers, one part of me believes
Before we turn into numbers, there's more for you to be
You're a maniac
Looking for justice
Human nature, violent creature
Who's your objector, who made you a bleeder
You heal your wounds, then kill your feeder
You blame the obscure, you're afraid of the future
Before we turn into numbers, one part of me believes
Before we turn into numbers, there's more for you to be
You're a maniac
Looking for justice
You're guilty as charged, you're an obvious bluffer
You're lost, but your looking for justice
If you weren't a maniac, I would feel sorry for you
When it's all too late, you will understand
This battle was for real, and it's worth it's name
If you weren't a maniac, I would feel sorry for you
