Language, Violence, Sex, Nudity, Substance

I’ve got my privacy stolen by someone who’s loud
Selling anything to anyone who gives all the money out
Crying out shame on mental illness and pain
Thinking not about misery it’s all about fame

People making kids just for government’s money
Making fun of broken humans and thinking it’s funny
Got their privacy stolen by the men with stars
On the shoulders and the belts full of bullets and guns

I’ve got identity stolen by the media air
It gives them reasons to believe but looks like chance to despair
You think it’s last time when you feel all that pressure and strain
But they’ll say it’s all okey and then will fuck you again

People making everything for everyone’s money
Making fun of different humans and thinking it’s funny
They know everything to keep their privacy safe
Cause they’ve sold it to the people who would give them their graves