"...and I was like: I fart in the chart, it's a piece of art!" Abomination! Now bow, now bow. Alienation! And controlled crowd. Drinkin' obsession, purge the admire. Wrapped in depression, a fueled desire. Love, storm, one more dam' love, storm, Lone, worn, one dark' dam' lone, worn. Be their symptom, don't let it go. Be their symptom, don't let it go. Behold the whole system, press the "confirm", Where there was nothing, nothing was grown. I'm going downhill. Watching their farce. Fangs of the good-will for fake superstars. Dome domination! Ain't so sincere. Sub' to submission! Keep standing still. The essence of repetition, sprayed into faces. Repetition breeds repetition, erasing my traces. Eating, eating every inch of space, to no use, Written for assholes with nothing to choose. NO "ME" IN THIS SHIT. NO FRIENDS TO SEE. BEAT OF THE SHEEP, STUCK ON REPEAT. 'Eeaell! 'Eeaell! 'Eeaell! Attention, attention! Hear the new hit — "Love, Sex, Dance, Sadness, One-two-three, Weed". No explanation. There's no in-between. Rage and frustration, glitching the screen. Be their symptom, don't let it go. Be their symptom, don't let it go. Behold the whole system, press the "confirm", Where there was nothing, nothing was grown. NO "ME" IN THIS SHIT. NO FRIENDS TO SEE. BEAT OF THE SHEEP, STUCK ON REPEAT. 'Eeaell! 'Eeaell! 'Eeaell! "The hell is "'Eeael" tho'? Well, it's a~ 'Eeaell! 'Eeaell! 'Eeaell!"
