Butchered sincerity, act out of loyalty Defend your true country, wish away pain Hand out lobotomies, to save little families Surrealistic fantasy, bland, boring, pain
Hold me down in restitution Living out your date with fusion Is the whole fleece, shun in bastard Don't feel guilty, master writing
Somebody says that they are not much like I am I know I can make enough words for you to follow along I sing your song
Sickening pessimists, hypocrite master Conservative communists, apocalyptic bastards Thank you, dear God for putting me on this Earth I feel very privileged in debt for my thirst