Delirium of disorder Delirium of disorder Life is the sieve through which my anarchy strains Resolving itself into works Chaos is the score upon which
There was a boy who had too many toys And an ache inside of his bones He sought extrication through chemical vocation And now he answers to Jones It
Hey, everybody's lookin' but they never can see All the angst, corruption and the dishonesty Think about the times and places you've never known You're
today As we blow ourselves away Tell me is there anything so sure? Rapacity, tenacity, capacity for more (Aaa) Like a dog that feeds until he suffers
Above us lay the burdens, below us lay the truth We're somewhere in the middle and we're all discontent too Is someone watchin' over you? Inside they
Hey, see there's a girl Who's afraid of the world, so she stays at home Also a boy who seems so lost in his joy He's all alone The camera's on them,
(One two three four five six seven eight nine ten) It's superficial progress, they call it liberation With opiates of silicon, big brother schemes to
So here we are again to experience the bitter scalding end And we're the only ones who can perceive it But others sing of beauty and the story that's
We're widespread and well fed The earth's rotatin' fate is in our head, oh yeah We're dominant and prominent And our deity's omnipotent, oh yeah And
of hope renewed, eternity for you The masses of humanity still clinging to their dignity The masses of humanity will always, always have to suffer Always have to suffer
So you waste another day gettin' older and gray in the head And you're hearin' lots of stories 'bout the happy times you have ahead There are other folks
I've seen a lot of things in five years I struggle just to hold back the tears But every fuckin' where I go I see the pathos that I know Will spell the
Hey, sit down and listen and they'll tell you when you're wrong Eradicate but vindicate as progress creeps along Puritan work ethic maintains it's subconscious
lives are just like ours? an unturned stone, an undiscovered door leading too, the gift of hope renewed, eternity for you, the masses of humanity have always had to suffer
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are just like ours? an unturned stone, an undiscovered door leading too, the gift of hope renewed, eternity for you, the masses of humanity have always had to suffer
: hey, sit down and listen and they'll tell you when you're wrong, eradicate but vindicate as "progress" creeps along, puritan work ethic maintains its
