You know if you were exorcised   Demoralized. it'll all be right.....yeah!   I'll grab my pen and write about   Kryptonite, so you can feel all right      You can build a bomb of lies   That doesn't hide who you are inside   You motherfuckers, it's all about shit      The bullshit runs off your tongue like spit   The psychotropic demi-god      It seems like you've been industrialized   Colorblind or just sold out yeah!   I never thought it would be like this   A million screaming mouths   A million pounds of shit you motherfuckers   All you fuckers just waste our time   Talking heads on sticks   Sucking corporate dicks   You motherfuckers   It's all about shit      The bullshit runs off your tongue like spit   The psychotropic demi-god      We'll always be the same   No matter who you are   (I hate this....i hate this...i hate this...)