Hello, fantastico! Where did all the masters go? The rhythm sections a master shadow, Tellin you what you didn't know, Showin what we couldn't show, Being what you couldn't flow, It seems today that the worldface is just a cunt, Sucking up the subtle things just to be blunt, Popped out progenies are the nymphomaniacal population, A pair of fake savior eyes are beholding all this devastation, We ingest ourselves to get up to a new level, The righteous pathway has become the new devil, Jack up our reflection to enhance our social tension, Beef up our ego with a steroid titled attention, Cook yourself to death with the scent of a new fad, Defending a democracy who's choice is iron-clad, Feeding an addiction that you didn't know you had, Think about what you've done, aren't you glad? Suck down another year and condemn that nasty pulse, Surely there's no other way to relieve this odd impulse, Sex is now a currency passed amongst the highest power, The craving isn't satisfied by just a money shower, Who knew that animals were what we really are? If we knew that, would we have come as far? Or did we just ignore it and move back down a notch, Giving ourselves a limit to our time by inventing the watch, Evolving backwards by creating new ways to die quicker, Bringing the apathy on the streets to make the air thicker, Eliminating survival tools by introducing greed, Offing the weak by putting prices on what we need, Tell me in what way did we ever go forward, Tell me in who's name did we ever go toward, This action-packed thriller chasing me to the brink, Saturating my soul so much I just can't think, Think I'll just puke into this kitchen sink, Maybe in that mindset I'll find that missing link, Do people like me yet? Maybe I'll have another, Do I know this man? Oh wait, he's my brother, Guess I'll just take the death capsule home, Everyone else is doing it, so I guess when in rome! Leaning on the shoulders of what we've faked as decency, Filtering out the important part of our multi-purpose frequency, What's life to you, just a drug to get fucked up on, What's purpose to you, to see what you haven't won, Maybe one day the world will turn when everyone goes with it, And maybe one day another way will be shown within it, Until then, we seek our spine, Seek out your truth instead of wine, Monstruous proportions can always be domesticated, Just as long as the owner remembers not to get frustrated. | 
