The Seattle Star

I got bad coordination, stuck a pencil in my eye…I can hardly wait to get back home. Why is everybody gettin’ paranoid? I’s only havin’ fun. Scumbags and superstars, tell me your names; I’ll make a bet you’re both the same. And I can see my lifetime pilin’ up! I can see the days turn into nights! I can see the people on the street, open those windows up a hundred floors below me. Pilin’ those houses up. pilin’ them higher, higher, higher! I can feel them swayin’ back and forth. Building it higher, higher–This tower’s leaning over!

Well, the bad gets worse, too fucked up and the hate grows more each day. So when the infected try to effect you, don’t listen to them when they say “Follow the rules and forget the bomb.” Communistical patriotic, the plan is subtle but it’s in the open. Kingpins Nazi scheme getting under your skin. Subliminal Fascism gettin’ under your skin, so you better wake up, US.

No one needs justice anymore, no voices raised in anger; we’ve all been tamed by our worlds…But I have heard of ways where people topple all injustice. No one lives their lives on bended knees and all bigotry is like a disease drowned in the sea and all can hold their head up high!