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my condition is strange;
my aches are statistics
tearing like shrapnel,
words become ballistic

i was brought pain in the form of truth to day
but it can be cured in a ballet booth, they say
and god will help if i just pray
shut my eyes, stay the same, stay

besides, truth’s got nothing to do with me,
its what you believe, its not what you see
Death is an interval right, not an end?
But try telling that to the corpse of a friend
Are the politricks a means to an end?
Or means for the idle rich to get wealthy
Maintain a good front-end and stay healthy
Actually doing fuck all, but keeping it stealthy?

Well, it propably isn’t that black and white
I ain’t the richest, might just be spite
On my behalf, and lets face it
We all worship the mighty golden calf
To some degree,
Those who preach that they are free
And out of mammons reach
usually have food and drink a-plenty
truth is
lust for money consumes us by the time we’re twenty
mabey sooner, or you might be a late greed-bloomer
but no one gets left behind
greed is at the core of every single mind

i was brought pain in the form of truth to day
it can be cured in a ballet booth, they say
and god will help if i just pray
shut my eyes, stay the same, stay

watching the news
is like an extanded version of hanging from a noose
powerless, claustrophobic sufacating
hating fate; your judge
and the way everyone just stares, unaiding
eyes like cattle, people dont care
staring through problems
a cenocide there, a famine here
so life aint fair, who cares
change the channel
theres a sitcom on two
that’ill cheer you right up
get tied up in beautiful people
have a drink, a snort, a needle
if ignorance is a disease, i wanna keep ill

i was brought pain in the form of truth to day
it can be cured in a ballet booth, they say
and god will help if i just pray
shut my eyes, stay the same, stay

I see fit, to tell you that the bit
About ignorance and bliss is bullshit
My point being just this:
So what if i cant change the world?
Im not gonna just dismiss
Every good cause
Give up and cry
Im still going to try,
I cant just kiss this reality good bye
Pack up my brain
And mail it to god
While politricks and priests
Rub their hands and gleefully nod
Fuck that

I dont expect to reap the rewards
Or a ticket on heavens fastlane
Im doing this shit to keep sane