I won't take the numbing pills
I live my life to feel
You can't handle wings
You can't handle wings
Little wooden crucifixes
Lay upon the shore
I'd been forty fathoms down
And I could breathe no more
They all pray to Lucifer
And they're all making war
Tell me what the difference is
I'll tell you what I saw
Reality T.V.
Your heroes aren't what it seems
Keep your head down and your brain turned off
Your eyes on the screen
This is modern censorship
It's all in the cut
With all of the bullshit that they just keep making up
Everybody's petty it's just about different things
I can't handle politics
You can't handle wings
Why would you go fight fake wars you're never gonna win
I don't like your politics
You don't like my wings
You can't handle wings
You should stick to the drama you're addicted to
You should stick to the drama you're addicted to
You should stick to the drama you're addicted to
You should stick to the drama you're addicted to