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 amI 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
EarthI feel very privileged in debt for my thirst