You can not see your misery   But you are climbing on the misery-tree   You broadcast filth, you bring us pain   We sow a tumor in your brain   Turn on your TV, what do you see?   You're trapped inside our philosophy   Hallucinations becoming real   A fair price for the shit you deal      I don't know you...      I'm not your private toy-maniac   Well, well, well, I'll be paying you back   Don't know exactly just what to do   Maybe I'll die, but first I'm killing you      I don't know you   I don't want to   I'll see you in Pittsburgh   Long live the New Flesh      I can not see my misery   I guess I'm climbing up that misery-tree   But it's my life, it's my Swiss army-knife   Do as I want, I'll cut my self free       I don't know you   I don't want to   I'll see you in Pittsburgh   Long live the New Flesh