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Noid Songtext
Sister mother, brother father
Have you, have you looked outside?
I′m scared for my life
They don't trust us
I′m not part of the killing spree
A symptom, born loser, statistic
Sister mother, brother father
Have you, have you looked outside?
I'm scared for my life
They don't trust us
I′m not part of the killing spree
A symptom, born loser, statistic
They call it a sickness
PTSD, depression
Safe in the hands of them
That′s where I feel the pressure
911, 911, 911
Can't trust them
They call it a sickness
PTSD, depression
Safe in the hands of them
That′s where I feel the pressure
911, 911, 911
Can't trust them
911, 911, 911
911, 911, 911
I can′t trust them
Sister mother, brother father
Have you, have you looked outside?
I'm scared for my life
They don′t trust us
I'm not part of the killing spree
A symptom, born loser, statistic
Sister mother, brother father
Have you, have you looked outside?
I'm scared for my life
They don′t trust us
I′m not part of the killing spree
A symptom, born loser, statistic
They call it a sickness
PTSD, depression
Safe in the hands of love
That's where I feel the pressure
911, 911, 911
Can′t trust them
911
911
Have you, have you looked outside?
I′m scared for my life
They don't trust us
I′m not part of the killing spree
A symptom, born loser, statistic
Sister mother, brother father
Have you, have you looked outside?
I'm scared for my life
They don't trust us
I′m not part of the killing spree
A symptom, born loser, statistic
They call it a sickness
PTSD, depression
Safe in the hands of them
That′s where I feel the pressure
911, 911, 911
Can't trust them
They call it a sickness
PTSD, depression
Safe in the hands of them
That′s where I feel the pressure
911, 911, 911
Can't trust them
911, 911, 911
911, 911, 911
I can′t trust them
Sister mother, brother father
Have you, have you looked outside?
I'm scared for my life
They don′t trust us
I'm not part of the killing spree
A symptom, born loser, statistic
Sister mother, brother father
Have you, have you looked outside?
I'm scared for my life
They don′t trust us
I′m not part of the killing spree
A symptom, born loser, statistic
They call it a sickness
PTSD, depression
Safe in the hands of love
That's where I feel the pressure
911, 911, 911
Can′t trust them
911
911
Writer(s): Sean Bowie, Sylvia St. James Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com