Juicy Karka** - I Wanna See It Burn lyrics

[Verse 1] I wanna see it burn The wasted mind the plastic world With all the substance s**ed out What's the point Shoveling coal into a furnace In a vessel with a tear in the hole When every forming eyes infected with Some p**nographic nightmare Growing pissing on the ashes The ones who set the stage [Chorus] It seems this realizations esoteric When arts only about a profit What's cheap to make and satisfies the rotting mind When partying and getting laid Becomes the first priority The novegoched the cavalcade of tragedy We're just waiting for the bomb [Verse 2] Mainstream, music, television It's just a distraction (x6) To keep you from noticing The innocent buried in your front yard The fragments of bones Beneath the white picket fences Que the moral guidelines To fit the current profitable trends With all the feeling gone You can barely call it art The wild ones would never walk into the bullet But to fit the mold We would cut our hearts out Lead the cash cow to the slaughter We ache for something real [Verse 3: Juicy Karka**] The emptiness tempts me, I feel paranoid With millions of noises, I still hear its voice Try to numb it, avoid it, to k** it or poison it Till it's destroyed but it still doesn't fill up the void It always feels like something's missing But i don't know what it is and I'm stuck in this tunnel vision While there's millions of children still sick and hunger-stricken I'm just sitting back and waiting for these f**in' d** to kick in As the plot just thickens, the clock is ticking away And the cost of living is raised, but not the minimum wage And I'm so sick of this basement I've been sitting for days in With a loaded revolver and this abyss that i gaze in And the chasm gazing back is awful hard to distinguish From the darkness once the spark inside my heart is extinguished So I'll relinquish my convictions in the face of resistance, I mean Dead or alive, it really doesn't make any difference, it seems [Chorus] It seems this realizations esoteric When arts only about a profit What's cheap to make and satisfies the rotting mind When partying and getting laid Becomes the first priority The novegoched the cavalcade of tragedy We're just waiting for the bomb [Outro] We're just waiting for the bomb (x3)