Burnt By The Sun - 180 Proof lyrics

Bullsh** knocks you over the head like a ton of bricks CNN k**s brain cells like alcohol PR feeds the rage but the clear answers never come. It's like an open bar to misplace our trust. Call into your talk show hatred to express all that we don't know. The sun will not rest on backs of evil. The sun will not set when we think like this. Wake up. We will. Destroy. Ourselves. This rage is realy against yourself. You're slamming the shots of fear itself. They'll have to pry that remote from your dead cold hands. Our grip on truth rests on the lies we've been told. And this whole thing.. smells like bullsh**. It smells like more bullsh** to me. It's the same scenario all across the land TV radiating, remote in hand. Advertising, propagting-entertaining. We're escaping. We're escaping from ourselves. Pull up a stool... Truth. Lies. It's all the same. Fact. Fiction. It's all a game. Failure- to think for ourselves. Success- to live up to a lie.