You know if you were exorcised
Demoralized. It'll all be right.....yeah!
I'll grab my pen and write about
Kryptonite, so you can feel all right
You can build a bomb of lies
That doesn't hide who you are inside
You motherf**ers, it's all about sh**
The bullsh** runs off your tongue like spit
The psychotropic demi-god
It seems like you've been industrialized
Colorblind or just sold out yeah!
I never thought it would be like this
A million screaming mouths
A million pounds of sh** you motherf**ers
All you f**ers just waste our time
Talking heads on sticks
s**ing corporate dicks
You motherf**ers
It's all about sh**
The bullsh** runs off your tongue like spit
The psychotropic demi-god
We'll always be the same
No matter who you are
(I hate this....I hate this...I hate this...)