The song Track one is performed by Regurgitator .
My life is a paradox
Seems that I care a lot
Meaning that I stare a lot
But I don't give a f**k
Armchair compa*sionate
Accessory fashion it
Get me a character fit to a*sa*sinate
I generalize, criticize, amplify
Exemplifying what? Take a shot
Then sell it while the barrel's hot
Lying there and rotting, thinking what do I crave?
Slave to the market, market for the slaves
I'm just a s*cker like you
I'm just a s*cker like you
I'm just a s*cker like you
I'm just a s*cker like you
Social stand-outs with plastic obsessions
Commercial handouts for catchy confessions
I've got the fear that I'm gonna get afflicted
With a means to an end, I'm contradicted
Lost my integrity just momentarily
Grab its sorry a*s and pin the f**ker down please
Slap it in the face till it quits the hysteric
Rhetoric, then my friend you can f**king bury it
I'm just a s*cker like you
I'm just a s*cker like you
I'm just a s*cker like you
I'm just a s*cker like you
I'm just a s*cker like you
I'm just a s*cker like you
I'm just a s*cker like you
I'm just a s*cker like you
I'm just a s*cker like you
I'm just a s*cker like you
I'm just a s*cker like you
I'm just a s*cker like you
I'm just a s*cker like you
I'm just a s*cker like you
I'm just a s*cker like you
I'm just a s*cker like you