Heading out the door,
Getting ready for the everyday grind...
Now I lay my eyes
Here at the scene of time...
It is true, there are people, that don't really...
They go on with life and ignore the bad news...
Dim spin tan-gical whim
adrift from your lips...
The first president I remember was Eisenhower
The first president I mourned was Kennedy...
The chains that bind our freedom
Like cold steel, in its vise-like grip...
Days full of dreams,
Cities full of screams...
I see foul weather on the horizon;
Crops will fail and famine will enshroud us...
The suicidal commitment
of individual process...
Every day, every single day
i am forced to see the total nothingness...
I pledge allegiance to the corporate chain
That makes choice simple, everything's the same...
The place you might think safe,
a virtual play house for many of per-vs...