So it’s come to this

An anorexia nation

We’ve got nothing to taste

We don’t care for adaptation

You want to know

What we’re really about

With each generation we change

Each created with more doubt

So I heard you’re dying

Guess what? Oh well

You’re going to rehab?

Oh gee, that’s swell

We’ve grown into apathy

Skipped to the last resort

The world is dying

Judges rest in the court

You always say

We’ll get what we deserve

Every word that leaves your mouth

It’s just shit, freshly served