you try to take all the challenge out of all of our lives

you make it all too predictable with your white wash lives you see,

you got to show me the torment and all the despair all those bloodless bullet holes

are more than we can bear with the plastic coverings and

the cut-rate display no renewal of the pleasurable

with no image of decay you go for the stability and what do you get some real

vivid misfortune a cause now an effect clean sweep