Four words painted on my wall   Telling me that fear created this all   From the police to the priests and the project yards      They're calling out asking me to change   They're telling me to be so afraid   My little brother is getting into trouble   He's so overwhelmed by the world sometimes      Cathode rays to entertain the good wage slaves   Salvation in the checkout lines   It feeds us to our own demise   We are the ordinary aimless and awful   Or predatory shameless but thoughtful   With so much air in the war we breathe   We're addicted to the violence that we pass to our seeds      There I go fighting the wrong wars   They're showing me how deserts can storm   So many sand dusted letters that they send back home   You can carry things or push them away   You feel so light, but you still got the weight   My little brother is still getting into trouble   He's still overwhelmed by the world sometimes      Cathode rays to entertain the good wage slaves   Salvation in the checkout lines   It feeds us to our own demise   We are the ordinary aimless and awful   Or predatory shameless but thoughtful   With so much air in the war we breathe   We're addicted to the violence that we pass to our seeds      There's only one rule:   That there are no rules   Cathode rays to entertain the good wage slaves   Salvation in the checkout lines   It feeds us to our own demise   We are the ordinary aimless and awful   Or predatory shameless but thoughtful   With so much air in the war we breathe   What's with this air in the war we breathe?