Dittohead (Album Ver.)

This fucking country's lost its grip Subconscious hold begins to slip The scales of justice tend to tip . The legal system has no spine It's corroding from inside Slap your hand you'll do no time . Reality on vacation All across a blinded nation Mentality under sedation . Anyone can be set free On a technicality Explain the law again to me . Here in 1994 Things are different than before Violence is what we adore . Invitation to the game Guns and blades and media fame Every day more of the same . Murder, mayhem, anarchy Now are all done legally Mastermind your killing spree . Unafraid of punishment With a passive government There's nothing for you to regret Nothing to regret . Unimposing policy No enforcing ministry Gaping with judicial flaws Watching a fading nation crawl . Lead: Hanneman . Clashing with the public's frame I'm the one that's place in fame Legislature sets the stage Social slaves caught in my rage . Lead: King . Administrative anarchy there's nothing You can do to me The world around you drifting to a Continental tomb you see . Violence is my passion I will never be contained Living with aggression and its Everlasting reign