[Budd:]
Balancing life as the end grows nearer
Overloaded ready to blow like Akira
Dreamer ya Never to old I’m a believer
Lost in world that doesn’t really exist
Behind the giant black mirror cysts
A realist that persists to coexist on the grave shifts mailing list
Admit it’s gibberish I call myself a lyricist
But you rarely listen to this… Pointless
Delete my friend list all the pretenders
Those who use to look up now look down
There bigger than me now it all grew
Out of hand now to many finger prints on the crown
I speak my mind and get cancelled by the crowd
Blame the kid who shot the school up but not the bully that led him to do it
The white kid has problems but the black kids a terrorist that’s what led him to do it
Cult factions of the same bible manipulated for hate
Brain wash brains arm him with hate
gibberish scriptures translated to rage the fuse lit
Cut out chapters to avoid any aspects of peace
And kill the suspects on the streets just like the police
Don't believe in what you see cos life is like a magic trick
You only see the distraction, I never saw the attraction
They drug kids cos they fear reaction
Their passion is basking in misery, they need inaction
They literally lack the ability of compassion
Check the history it's not a mystery
Acts of war are how they kill us it's vicious
Stay suspicious

[chorus]
Ghoulish, foolish
I was born in this world I didn't choose it
Sick joke of a life, I can't do this
Cos life is beautiful but you abuse it
Illusion of choice is not amusing
Cos you could be free but you refuse it
Always a struggle to get through this
And in the blink of an eye you can lose it

[Neil:]
The mirror stares back, man, who'd you think you're fooling?
I'm talking to myself in an empty room and
Once again thoughts arise that I'm wasting my time
And no-one gives a fuck what's playing on my mind
Cause we've heard it all before, yeah I've got nowt new
Views like a broken record playing in an endless loop
Reiterate the state of the world is screwed
I don't really mean to bore ya, it's just what I do
But fuck all that, man give us a new tune
Not the same ideas you've been rehashing since '02
You're supposed to be creative, you're supposed to be clever
But I kinda get the feeling that your head is full of feathers
These morbid monologues about my many failings
Go round my head like spiked park railings
Do they keep me in a cage or keep the world at bay?
To tell you the truth man I really couldn't say
Either way I live with it from day to day
And it doesn't really bother me that much anyway
I can live with being a waste, don't take up much space
Just leave me alone and I'll face up to my fate
And all along the way I'll maintain my play
At art and ideas and the urge to create
Like Kropotkin said, "Sow life all around"
I'm only human, I can't help but get down