Seems the sickness within each year
Has got what it takes
To make the go-getters volunteer
Applauding their own cynical sk**s
Let's drop the bomb
Their future's on
Let's drop the bomb
Because dusted off opinions
Are way around
Desperate for some moral ground
I detest everything they've blessed
I abhor everything they stand for
A few degrees of rottenness
Is what separates
Their lives from their d**hs
To many free market conquerors
And inventors of government bluffs
Are looked up upon:
They know the job and get it done
With cheap convenience and racing airwaves
I overslept my going for vengeance
Rightful retaliation
I would like to enter their vicious circle
With the adrenaline rush of a great beserker
They seek profit, they think global
But see poverty as a personal failure and shame
A few degrees of rottenness
Is what separates
Their lives from their d**hs
So call me k**joy
But there's a certain happiness and success
I'd like to destroy
A few degrees of rottenness
Is what separates
Their lives from their d**hs
Maybe I'm only one of many
Who's started to reconsider murder
The harder it gets
The more they tend to look like
Moving targets