You know if you were exorcised
Demoralized. It'll all be right.....yeah!
I'll grab my pen and write about

Kryptonite, so you can feel all right

You can build a bomb of lies

That doesn't hide who you are inside
You mother$#&@ers, it's all about %#@!


The bull%#@! runs off your tongue like spit
The psychotropic demi-god


It seems like you've been industrialized
Colorblind or just sold out yeah!
I never thought it would be like this

A million screaming mouths
A million pounds of %#@! you mother$#&@ers
All you $#&@ers just waste our time

Talking heads on sticks
Sucking corporate dicks
You mother$#&@ers

It's all about %#@!

The bull%#@! runs off your tongue like spit

The psychotropic demi-god

We'll always be the same

No matter who you are
(I hate this....I hate this...I hate this...)