Nothing comes easier than madness in the world today
Mass paranoia is a mode not a malady
Yeah, i like to watch 1,000 cable channels but there
Nothing on
And my high speed connection monitored daily by the pentagon
These things are seldom what they seem
I not inclined to enjoy my dreams
Won't go away
No peace, and no friends
We trace the mortal edge (with no defense)
To state the obvious, this world is perilous for us
No sense and no guide, ain it beautiful to be alive (yeah,
Right)
I won resign before the struggle ends
So i construct this sound defense
We are the prey and culture is the predator
I running out of time where conditions are positional
Shadows of a doubt cast reluctance and depravity
There got to be a way to overcome this cruel reality
Is there an option left for me, i not immune to despondency
There no way
No peace, and no friends
We trace the mortal edge (with no defense)
To state the obvious, this world is perilous for us
No sense and no guide, ain it beautiful to be alive (yeah,
Right)
I won resign before the struggle ends
So i construct this sound defense
There a signpost on the corner and it keeps everybody safe
We were all made in the shade
And your mother in the kitchen, where she's patching all the
Cracks in the wall
We never had a care in the world
(no shade) too much to sacrifice, (no light) it's hard to
Recongnize
(just black) traps to compromise (and white) obscuring deadly
Alabies
(my plans) it's combinational, (designs) the pressure's so
Intense
So i'll construct this sound defense
(no way) nothing plainer than the madness in the world today
(no sign) i must conceal myself and steal myself and break away
(no grace) i seek initiative in matters that are black and white
compositores: BRETT W. GUREWITZ, GREG GRAFFIN
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