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 motherfuckers, it's all about
s**t
The bullshit 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 s**t you motherfuckers
All you fuckers just waste our time
Talking heads on sticks
Sucking corporate dicks
You
motherfuckers
It's all about s**t
The bullshit 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...)