Anchormen spike their blood
Wear masks of mud
Cucumbers cut to fit their eyes

And so no one would know how tired they've grown
Of talking and telling their lies


While your tvs change stations scroll messages
Victims and Christians both drinking blood
And they pray for the destruction of all hatred

More often just those with hate for us

Cause it hurts when you discover one's worse and one's better

To suffer or cause others to
And you can live by your conscience
Now guilt is a concept

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There's a virgin in my bed

And she's taking off her dress
I don't know what I am gonna do
There's a song stuck in my head

And I can't help singing it
Oh how I hope my singing pleases you
Cause this is not who I've become

But what you made me into

Oh we got no health insurance

No cellular service
No disease they can cure
But we need more money to burn

So each person must learn the dollar amount they are worth

And your pills make me dizzy

Forgetting my body
I watch as it walks away
And I just keep drinking the poison

And smoking the cartons
a pack and a half a day


So when time comes to claim me
My friends and my family will gather around my grave
And they'll believe that they knew me and loved me and missed me

And all call me by my name

So imagine what you want

And then hold on to that thought
Cause that's as close as it will ever come
and believe you're where you are

just keep acting out the part
but at the end of the day the trees all get wheeled away
and you'll be standing alone in a blank blank space


so believe you're who you are
and just stay in character

but at the end of the play the audience walks away
and you'll be shivering cold on a well lit stage.