Flesh of my flesh, mind of my mind Save your pleasantries for the blind You're only innocent until they redefine What is considered to be a crime It's 1984 In business casual uniform It's 1984 Each day we die a little more It's 1984 30 percent of all our lives spent rotting at a desk We don't call it "slavery," because we're just for rent They give us just enough to keep our hands free of torches and axes While the upper middle class blames us for taking all their taxes Demigods in suits may turn their noses up at us The artificial stench of entitlement radiating from their flesh But we smile and dial, we punch the clock, cause freedom, it ain’t free We'll take a freedom combo with a looming threat of poverty Draconian malevolence in full bloom Shreds ribbons from his mother's womb Smiling mask of skin tight against his face Generations debased by his embrace It's 1984 In business casual uniform It's 1984 Each day we die a little more It's 1984 You'll say anything for the company You'll do anything for the company You'll be anything for the company

Seven figures, seven ways to die No one gets out alive Beverly Hills in flames In the end, chaos reigns The army of the bourgeoisie reduced to a pile of ash Stocks, bonds, trust funds, PACs exist only in the past A pipe bomb in the lap of luxury, your security is waning fast Crushed by the wheels of your machine, how long did you think it would last? Seven figures, seven ways to die No one gets out alive Capitol Hill in flames In the end, chaos reigns Your nightmare is our dream Destroy your tyrannical machine Dethrone the upper echelon Who took advantage for too long Seven figures, seven ways to die Seven figures, seven ways to die

Never walked on unpaved ground I'm free to be unfree The only lie I ever told was to myself The mental clutches of a pop culture god Make me feel numb again The heavy mouth-breathing of an idea laid to waste Play me on the radio I've got no use for my soul I've got nothing to say I gotta say it loud Everything is wonderful Oh, oh, oh, haven't you heard? I've got nothing to say, I gotta say it now The shrieking of a toxic tocsin rips me from the realm of dreams The sinister smile of the morning sun peering in at me The slimy tendrils of the morning news Slide into my ears again Sparing me the pain of independent thought Play me on the radio I've got no use for my soul I've got nothing to say I gotta say it loud Everything is wonderful Oh, oh, oh, haven't you heard? I've got nothing to say, I gotta say it now I’m generic

10:15 on a Saturday night My ghost sprouts wings and I take flight The walls close in along with my head I descend into my bed I can't get out, I can't get out, out, out… Hearts in my eyes Clubs in my eyes Spades in my eyes Diamonds in my eyes Black Jack Look in the mirror and what do I see? There's a gaping wound in the center of me My hand slides in like a skeleton key Releases me from this menagerie Look in the mirror, I don't like what I see What is this looking back at me? Black Jack, Black Jack, Black Jack, Black Jack Hearts in my eyes Clubs in my eyes Spades in my eyes Diamonds in my eyes

From the folks who brought you free market economy, Who keep four-fifths of the population in poverty, Comes a hit sensation, sweepin' the nation, It's the serf rock, vassal hop, harvest, plow, and livestock Workin' for the overlord until it makes your body drop Well, I'm proud to be a serf in the USA The best goddamn feudal empire that ever was The police might accidentally kill your dad While serving and protecting that grand ol flag And we work off our debt to the lords of the land From the people who brought you corporate personhood Who advertised to the republic for which it stood An all new sensation for a silent nation It's the serf rock, vassal hop, never, never, never stop Well, I'm proud to be a serf in the USA The best goddamn feudal empire that ever was The police might accidentally kill your dad While serving and protecting that grand ol flag And we work off our debts to the lords of the land

I don't wanna eat I don't wanna sleep There's just too much hate in my heart Don't wanna go out I've seen what that's all about And there's too much hate in my heart   The marijuana keeps the hate quiet But without it, my thoughts start to riot My hands are a-shakin, teeth are a-grindin' There's just too much hate in my heart There's just too much hate in my heart My mother don't understand Just thinks I'm a rotten man Cause there's too much hate in my heart  She tried her best But how could she have guessed There'd be so much hate in my heart?   I tried to drink all the malice away Ended up drinking all fucking day And my fists were still clenched, my thirst still wasn't quenched There's just too much hate in my heart There's too much hate in my heart   The slaughterhouse and the sweatshop Patriarchy and the violent cops There's just so much hate in my heart I'm beginning to crack I want to pay them all back There's just too much hate in my heart   It warms me up in a world that's so cold The people all say, "ah, just let it go!" My eyes are a-burning, my tears are a-fallin' There's just too much hate in my heart There's just too much hate in my heart Abusive fathers and husbands, I'd like to kill em by the dozen There's just too much hate in my heart. The bankers and CEOs Those tyrants all gotta go There's just too much hate in my heart All my hatred is rooted in love But that don't make it feel any better Fingernails, I'm a-bitin', each day I'm a-fightin' There's just too much hate in my heart There's just too much hate in my heart   I hate every job I’ve ever had Every animal testing lab There's just too much hate in my heart I hate my country Every politician I see There's just too much hate in my heart   The only way out is death I'll sigh in relief when I feel her sweet breath No more credit rating, no more fucking hating There's too much hate in my heart

With blackened lungs, Our blackened eyes weep for our own generation Eyes to the screen, We applaud this gradual degradation Tears never felt so real Disguised as bloodshot eyes Your love is a spinning wheel And your soul is cold as ice Everything I own, I stole I forgot how to feel today Can you see the death in their eyes? Can you hear their silent cries? Can you empathize with those you dispose? See yourself reflected in their treachery and lies? Tears never felt so real Disguised as bloodshot eyes Your love is a spinning wheel And your soul is cold as ice My dying tree Your decaying branches sprout rose pedals My dying tree Die with me Tears never felt so real Disguised as bloodshot eyes Your love is a spinning wheel And your soul is cold as ice

Hats off to the shiny fellows Handsomely sniffing and shooting until they turn yellow The faceless now stand silently posed The doors of perception are now closed Like the thin white ghost of stardust past A blank generation with a heart of glass We ride on white swans underground This charming man rides on waves of sound Pictures of dandy highwaymen on the walls As the bell tower bats fall The music is dead The muse is dead Hats off to the clever fellows The moon over Pisces, personality crises dissolve The faceless now stand silently posed The doors of perception are now closed The muse is dead Like the thin white ghost of stardust past A blank generation with a heart of glass Who knew that this would never last? Said the thin white ghost of Warhol’s past We ride on white swans underground This charming man rides on waves of sound Pictures of dandy highwaymen on the walls As the bell tower bats fall The music is dead The muse is dead

I still remember everything that you forgot My memories surrender to the flames before they rot I want the pain, I’ll suffer happily in silence Become one with love and death and peace and violence The cameraman becomes a casualty Just another fucking casualty My head is a death camp for my thoughts My body is a neglected child My heart is a tomb where all my lovers lay, defiled Joy, Rapture I wake up fully clothed again Vomit on my breath and your scent on my skin Out of touch and addicted to escapism I’ve got them goddamn blues again, I wear it like a badge It ain’t sadness, it’s rage, and it feels so good I firewalk through the backwoods Straight to your cellar door Melt the wax of 19 figurines Every day we fight the war Joy, Rapture

We severed the cord Screams of agony virtually ignored The dark advances like a gathering horde Empty sockets of the servants bowing to the lords Plastic smile Watching the world pass by Plastic smile Looking through my eyelids Teetering on the blade of a blender Waiting for it to turn on The lights flicker at breakneck speed Everything looks like it's in slow motion Sexual frustration is inhaled like radiation Misery and devastation is injected like it's your medication Plastic smile Watching the world pass on by Plastic smile Looking through my eyelids Corpses are sitting in chairs throughout the room The place stinks less of human rotting and more of silent tension A thin mirror rests on the mantle You peer into it, realize you are a corpse too Enjoying the company of your dead friends in the room The room, the tomb, that's filled with silent tension So silent that it's ear-piercing If the dead could shed a tear, you'd cry, cry, cry

The infinity mirror reflects your thoughts Looks like a suicide, but it’s not Call in the press to see the body rot With a wink of the eye, it gets a prime time spot The boards of deceit cross to form a crucifix The bodies pile up like a neat stack of sticks Our forefathers scurry with flaming dicks While poor mothers swallow pills to get their kicks They called her Ms. Understood Pain taught her more than the teachers ever could The ground opened up right where she stood And she dropped in the seeds like a good girl should She watered it with tears that she collected in a jar She fertilized the soil with the feces of the stars It grew into a big red cadillac car It ran her right over and left a few scars I said, “Who you been lovin’ since my mind’s been gone?” She said, “a shadow of my former self, is that so wrong?” She downloads her baby from a digital womb Gently placed her in her tomb We drag our feet across the sand, But the swing doesn’t stop, it just keeps going and… All I want for Xmas is a lobotomy, I said, All I want for Xmas is a lobotomy You ask me, “how am I not myself?” I answer, “boy, you’re nothing without your health” And we pray, bless the killer’s heart, for he kills for Christ! Bless the killer’s heart, for he kills for Christ! I was a prisoner of war, got me a ticket to heaven Where I served a violent tyrant named Jesus Lenin/Lennon Elvis, Satan, Gandhi, and mommy too, We wanted to escape, but our numbers were too few My fists were smashing violently into a wall of clouds, But it never ends and the screams are so loud Skingrafts for everyone Stitches for me

I feel so alive as you watch me die Steal the tears right from my eyes After the crowd explodes and the curtains close Do you find yourself surprised? Do you realize, your real eyes, tell real lies? Do you lie to yourself too? Or do you vanish with the age of reason, Slink out before they see you? You seek out the weak, Feed upon their souls, I want your pseudo-compassion and gluttonous sex This town is a vermin's nest, The days move slow, but the years progress Every smile forced, every smile hurts And we ignore the rest We memorize and plagiarize and close our eyes, And we lie to ourselves too. Vanish with the age of reason, Slink out before they see you. You seek out the weak Feed upon their souls, I want your pseudo-compassion and gluttonous sex