Four words painted on my wall
Telling me that fear created this all
From the police to the priests and the project yards


They're calling out asking me to change
They're telling me to be so afraid

My little brother is getting into trouble
He's so overwhelmed by the world sometimes


Cathode rays to entertain the good wage slaves
Salvation in the checkout lines
It feeds us to our own demise

We are the ordinary aimless and awful
Or predatory shameless but thoughtful
With so much air in the war we breathe

We're addicted to the violence that we pass to our seeds

There I go fighting the wrong wars

They're showing me how deserts can storm
So many sand dusted letters that they send back home
You can carry things or push them away

You feel so light, but you still got the weight
My little brother is still getting into trouble
He's still overwhelmed by the world sometimes


Cathode rays to entertain the good wage slaves
Salvation in the checkout lines

It feeds us to our own demise
We are the ordinary aimless and awful
Or predatory shameless but thoughtful

With so much air in the war we breathe
We're addicted to the violence that we pass to our seeds


There's only one rule:
That there are no rules
Cathode rays to entertain the good wage slaves

Salvation in the checkout lines
It feeds us to our own demise
We are the ordinary aimless and awful

Or predatory shameless but thoughtful
With so much air in the war we breathe
What's with this air in the war we breathe?