I used to live under fear of a Nuclear War. We used to fight with H Bombs, but those days are no more. The found a better way to kill the masses dead
This ain't no warning. No this ain't no test. This ain't no song about the "social unrest". This is the real thing. Apocalypse NOW. Get down on your
You can be a bitch if you want to be. But don't try your little motto on me. Because I'm not going to take it lying down. (Hey!) I don't need you hanging
drugs. We're tired of the THUGS. We're tired of the lies swept under the rug. You're just along for the ride and we're tired of YOU. Narcoleptic Youth
Pull the trigger blow off my head. Sometimes I think you'd rather see me dead. So here's some bullets and a brand new gun. Now pull the trigger bitch
Plastic eyes. Plastic face. Plastic Body. I want to melt you. [x2] Take her to my room and I lock the door. She seems so real strapped down to the floor
I believe in Anarchy, but I also like McDonalds and the THEORY of "conspiracy" that never sets me free. I WANT to be a "victim" and I WANT to be a "martyr
Peering through the window Some one shut the door The panes are painted black Gray matter on the floor Don't dare to break the glass They'll put a bullet
Decades of the same mistakes Different situations but the same politics Running us down with your frightening ways Too many worlds that never learned
Whirling images strike deep within my head And shattered aspirations of a different kind carnage in the image of the message that we send Just pathetic
Staring through stained glass Upon hallowed ground I wonder what I'm staring at I wonder what I am... The panes are clear Yet all I see is gray I thought
Hold back your thoughts again Turn on that box again Those neon lights again Hold back your thoughts again Dont let yourself be fooled by them Do you