You know if you were exorcised

Demoralized. It'll all be right.....yeah!

I'll grab my pen and write about

Kryptonite, so you can feel all right



You can build a bomb of lies

That doesn't hide who you are inside

You motherfuckers, it's all about shit



The bullshit runs off your tongue like spit

The psychotropic demi-god



It seems like you've been industrialized

Colorblind or just sold out yeah!

I never thought it would be like this

A million screaming mouths

A million pounds of shit you motherfuckers

All you fuckers just waste our time

Talking heads on sticks

Sucking corporate dicks

You motherfuckers

It's all about shit



The bullshit runs off your tongue like spit

The psychotropic demi-god



We'll always be the same

No matter who you are

(I hate this....I hate this...I hate this...)