Your substantial credibility   Isn't much a part of me   A spreading sickness, poor in taste   No sense of reality   Following the newest trend, it's cutting edge   So you pretend to believe ideals   And conform to rules of material opinions   We're all products of a manufactured generation   Controlled through television, by sex and violence   Resist   We accept the obscene as average   Twisting all that our instincts are fighting for   Resist it   Man exploiting women, flesh, sex, skin, flash   We rape, we destroy all that's holy   Resist them   Flesh market society we digress   We fight to survive while   Destroying each other with selfishness   Lies of liberty and freedom   Hopes in something called democracy   Masking the reality