The failed promises that took you far Now you got, awaiting enemies in your backyard Stepping from face to face to make your mark, runnin' up A human staircase to a dying star
Turn off your television Your permission kills civilians No one can feel your vision They're on vacation, masturbating
Could be a better a way to right these wrongs Than drinking heavily and writing songs These possibilities that plague your mind Some better kept, some better left behind
Turn off your television Your permission kills civilians No one can feel your vision They're on vacation, masturbating
Call off your reservations Sell your soul for useless children Arrange the information Decimate the population
