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