[Verse 1] Wastelands, kids that only color with the gray crayon We break bread, we break bones, we never catch a break man This hate man, it's crazy. Stays with me on the daily You've a better chance of catching haley's comet than to save me Hold me under water I can live like this for days It doesn't phase me anymore it's just another f**in' page Another mother f**in' way that they can set me off again They can make the river run but they can't make the river end Cuz there's no dam, other than my damnation See this damn nation, I got no damn faith in It's either food stamps, or boot camp, or deal this Get locked up, get knocked up, restart the cycle, it's psycho We stand inside our rooms and we stare out of our windows Planes crash down trees fall as the wind blows The crashing of the cymbals. We shudder and we tremble And we wonder what it's like, cuz our lives are never simple We wonder what it's like, when the gra** replaces pavement When everything is great where there's no hate and there's no satan What's our fate? Don't keep me waitin', I'm carryin' this weight And now my state of mind is waste whoever wants to leave me wasted