Diamond white versus charcoal black  A thousand faceless souls worth less that one soulless face  This is our daily standard  And it makes me sick to my stomach  Forgetting all we have learnt  This is a new dawn  The bitch of things to come  Something have got to give and this time I think it should be you  As you sit there mouth agape  Shocked by this pixelated distant reality  The press of a button to erase them all  The fecal pacifier in the mouth of the drooling infant  I won't swallow this shit  Mere dollars for the fortune teller  To tell them they are worthless  But given the chance  For less I will give them a gun and your signed confession  Uh oh, looks like you are shit out of luck