"God's Country" lyrics

You're too fucking weak to live a day in my head
And you're too fucking scared to realize heaven's hell
You live your life in a rut, with the blinds drawn shut
With your head in your hands like a shot to the gut

Chasing a chance at the top with a smile and a wave
This city is full of fakers, this city is full of graves

No better than the trash on the tracks
Blank like concrete on the street
I love the hate I hold

Growing up, I learned how to sit and listen
Now I stand up and take aim from my position
Ripped from the dead minds of the majority
And hearing the lies of the civil authority
I'm the fucking gun shoved into your back

They're all dead inside with hollow eyes forcing words upon their tongues to disguise
Their miserable fucking lives
Their miserable fucking lives
They are all in the stars, but I'm looking at the gutter
They are all in the stars, but I'm looking at the gutter