i thought the west was won but seems like i had just begun to lose all ideals i once knew mountains and transmutation anxious anticipation these sodden skiey and burning views short goals and grim objectives soon rising seas will take your homes benchmarks and sure salvation creation and temptation black lungs sing vituous hate songs antibiotics and disinfectants germaphobes for stronger infection cowboys on steroids love tabloids expecting endless surplus soon they ll have nothing left to waste racing from dogma to distrust unsure why they all hate us think about it the world defines you think about it you should be depressed and no little pill will make any difference people for atto seconds bow to the idiocracy media spun reality nightmares comes every shut eye still they won t see what they become still they won t see what they have done power mad mass corruption blood money changes everyone wake each day in panic and distrust knowing that they all hate us think about it the world describes you think about it you should be anxious and no little pill will make any difference