Idiot Stare - Ghost (Harsh Mix) lyrics

Sparked into activation By the lights along the freeway Hundred dollar seasoning No taste discriminating It's milky, meant to be that way Like diamonds on a j**el case From an orphan in a motel room To a junkie's darkest hiding place What am I? A driving motivation That always leads to lust A sick infatuation for things That need an impulsive jump It's risk And I like it that way I don't advise Or persuade A dismal free existence Or just the bright side Subgenius or avant garde Retarded or benign Loadie slacker loser junkie Hippie h*mo artist zombie Hypocritically realistic Tweaked phreak yuppie