Break me, break me up and shake, shake, shake me up. I've never been a mother f**er who wanted to sit and stare at the tv screen. Brainwashed and f**ed up from the things we look up on the screaming screen that feeds up everything we thought and where we knew we should be. I am clearly not a product of my environment. The screaming screen. Slaves to the light that makes up our lives. But sometimes it's just too late to make our way outside the walls of our minds. Brainwashed and f**ed up from the things we look up on this screaming screen that feeds up everything we thought and where we knew we should be. Tick tock, tick tock. We're burning in our hell I've got. Burning up our timing clock. The living loves to live in shock. Wasted youth's foul minds make up the products of our lives. We give it back. We praise with crime, the kids they're shooting all the time. When will this f**ing genocide take this screaming that's in our lives and take us back to that time? The screaming screen