Trophy Letra

Something nice to make everyone proud

Well don't make me swallow
Any more of these pills
I don't want this blood on my hands
I don't want to stay here on my knees

They'll never understand
What this is
‘Cause they're so content
With their reason

This accumulation is really just bondage
It gets harder to see over it all
So down burn all of the houses
It's cold and hard and what now?

You start to see what was ugly
The emaciated figures cut their hair
This isn't anything more or less than before
It's just so much less appealing without your lies

They'll never understand
What this is
‘Cause they're so content
With their reason

Try to see
Beneath the skin
Try to be
More
Try to break free
Of their grasp
‘Cause they won't really understand

They'll never understand
(Desire in its fullness)
What this is
(The nature of existence)
‘Cause they're so content
(At their level of consciousness)
With their reason