Sychophant Disorder

Birthday bash in the grass of a massacre Rubbing shoulders with another mass murderer Black door static Sold to you by the sycophant disorder Dark days, it's a craze Vilify the youth for their own self defence A dose of pretence 'Cause in the dark, the minefield makes sense 'Cause we're on the brink of something big here Stand in our way and nobody steps clear While you preach and moan (While you preach and moan) Nobody said that our lives were perfect But tell us again how we all deserve this Not even your friends would save you now They dismiss you as you dig an early grave Misbehave, another slave To a never ending game of Monopoly Black door static Sold to you by the sycophant display 'Cause we're on the brink of something big here Stand in our way and nobody steps clear While you preach and moan (While you preach and moan) Nobody said that our lives were perfect But tell us again how we all deserve this Not even your friends would save you now Dark days, it's a craze Vilify the youth for their own self defence A dose of false pretence 'Cause in the dark, the minefield makes sense (In the dark, the minefield makes sense) In the dark, the minefield makes sense (In the dark, the minefield makes sense) Oh 'Cause we're on the brink of something big here Stand in our way and nobody steps clear While you preach and moan (While you preach and moan) Nobody said that our lives were perfect But tell us again how we all deserve this Not even your friends would save you 'Cause we're on the brink of something big here Stand in our way and nobody steps clear Not even your friends would save you now