Just a Touch of Acid

Sabïre

Compositor: Scarlett Monastyrski

In the year-of-our-lord twenty-hundred-eighteen
The youth of the west ain't hungry, they're mean
All body, no spirit, their words aren't their own
The loss of their soul is force-fed, home-grown

A culture of corrosion where the worst only sticks
And if you're of age, you're lumped into the pits
Enthralled with pride, kneel to the altar of sloth
Too blasé for words, too caught up to stop

Ooh, all I need
To tear this world up, watch it bleed
Ooh, what I need
Is just a touch of acid

I will never surrender, or join in their game
They all start out different, then end up the same
I am the drop of acid in this culture of brick
I burn through the shallows where the worst only stick

Ooh, all I need
To burn through this world, watch it bleed
Ooh, what I need
Is just a touch of acid

Bleed me! Bleed me!
Make my blood run, ha!
You lie on your backs
As I piss on your fun
Rip it!

And as time passes on, year after year
There's no sign of progress as they thrive off of fear
Firmer and thicker, the mixture does churn
So brighter and hotter the acid does burn

All I need
To bring this world down to its knees
Ooh, what I need
Is just a touch
Of acid