It begins when you’re out of time
Found the Rhythm but forgot your line
But you keep on going because nobody knows you’ve lost your mind.
Fast forward to a Sunday morning
Can’t wake up and without a warning
You see how quickly life unwinds
But tonight, you know that I’d be dancing on your grave
If I wasn’t already rolling in mine.
Stopped up, block it out
This is what we’re all about
Benign intervention knowing that just let me mention
How a world wide decline, has started to define,
the way we view ourselves in America divine.
We’ve got Jesus preaching on every corner
As Bush is building his new world order
That we can’t see cause of our disorder
Our pride has stretched beyond all borders.
We drop beats not bombs, watch as we explode from the mode with no qualms
Not to be confused with those singing psalms
With smoke clouds rising, big brother is devising
A way to keep the masses happy and smiling.
We block out the truth with depictions of reality
That seek to separate consequence from causality
Well it doesn’t make any sense, living our lives in one hour segments.
And in a world where justice is dead, we beg for our idols and worship our bread
We’re watching the fall from our TV sets, kidnapped by the airwaves our faithless regrets.
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