i wanna see it burn the wasted mind the plastic world with all the substance sucked out whats the point of shoveling coal into a furnace in a vessel with a tear in the hole when every forming eyes infected with some pornographic nightmare growing pissing on the ashes of the ones who set the stage it seems this realization s esoteric when art s only about a profit whats cheap to make and satisfies the rotting mind when partying and getting laid become the first priorities unnoticed goes the cavalcade of tragedy were just waiting for the bomb mainstream music television fashion its just a distraction to keep you from noticing the innocent buried in your front lawn the fragments of bone beneath the white picket fences cue the moral guidelines to fit the current profitable trends with all the feeling gone you can barely call it art the wild ones would never walk into the bullet but to fit the mold we would cut our hearts out lead the cash cow to the slaughter we ache for something real  the emptiness tempts me i feel paranoid with millions of noises i still hear its voice try to numb it avoid it to kill it or poison it till it s destroyed but it still doesn t fill up the void it always feels like something s missing but i don t know what it is and i m stuck in this tunnel vision while there s millions of children still sick and hunger stricken i m just sitting back and waiting for these fuckin drugs to kick in as the plot just thickens the clock is ticking away and the cost of living is raised but not the minimum wage and i m so sick of this basement i ve been sitting for days in with a loaded revolver and this abyss that i gaze in and the chasm gazing back is awful hard to distinguish from the darkness once the spark inside my heart is extinguished so i ll relinquish my convictions in the face of resistance i mean dead or alive it really doesn t make any difference it seems it seems this realization s esoteric when art s only about a profit whats cheap to make and satisfies the rotting mind when partying and getting laid become the first priorities unnoticed goes the cavalcade of tragedy were just waiting for the bomb were just waiting for the bomb 