Time Gets Wasted Every Day

I Watch The Minutes Tick Away

My Brain Is Melting Like A

Chocolate Ice Cream Bar

Like Characters On TV

These People Look Like Maggots

To Me And I Wonder What The

Hell Is Wrong With Me

Milk Fed Little Beauty Queen

She's Straight Out Of A Magazine

She Sits Beside Me

Breathing Different Air Than Me

The Perfect Generation Sees That I'm

Infected With Disease And

Everything Just Crumbles

And There's Nothing Left

If I Wanna Do Something Right

I Gotta Do It Myself Or Someone

Else Will F**k It Up

It Isn't All Black And White

And Now It's Time To Stop

And Figure Out Reality

No One Knows What They're

Talking About If What They're Talking

About Don't Making Any Sense To Me

I Gotta Figure It Out

Cause I Don't Want Something

To Believe In