[Verse 1]
I wanna see it burn!
The wasted mind
The plastic world
With all the substance sucked out
What’s the point of shoveling coal into a furnace
In a vessel with a tear in the hole
When every forming eyes infected with some pornographic nightmare
Growing, pissing on the ashes of the ones who set the stage

[Chorus]
It seems this realization's esoteric
When art's only about a profit
What’s cheap to make and satisfies the rotting mind
When partying and getting laid become the first priorities
Unnoticed goes the cavalcade of tragedy
We’re just waiting for the bomb!

[Instrumental Break]

[Verse 2]
Mainstream music, television, fashion
It’s just a distraction
It’s just a distraction
It’s just a distraction
It’s just a distraction
It’s just a distraction
It’s just a distraction
To keep you from noticing the innocent buried in your front lawn
The fragments of bone beneath the white picket fences
Cue the moral guidelines to fit the current profitable trends
With all the feeling gone, you can barely call it art
The wild ones would never walk into the bullet
But to fit the mold, we would cut our hearts out
Lead the cash cow to the slaughter
We ache for something real

[Instrumental Break]

[Verse 3: Juicy Karkass]
The emptiness tempts me, I feel paranoid
With millions of noises, I still hear its voice
Try to numb it, avoid it
To kill it or poison it
'Till it's destroyed but it still doesn't fill up the void

It always feels like something's missing
But I don't know what it is and I'm stuck in this tunnel vision
While there's millions of children still sick and hunger-stricken
I'm just sitting back and waiting for these fuckin' drugs to kick in

As the plot just thickens, the clock is ticking away
And the cost of living is raised, but not the minimum wage
And I'm so sick of this basement I've been sitting for days in
With a loaded revolver and this abyss that I gaze in
And the chasm gazing back is awful hard to distinguish
From the darkness once the spark inside my heart is extinguished
So I'll relinquish my convictions in the face of resistance, I mean
Dead or alive, it really doesn't make any difference, it seems
[Chorus]
It seems this realization's esoteric
When art's only about a profit
What’s cheap to make and satisfies the rotting mind
When partying and getting laid become the first priorities
Unnoticed goes the cavalcade of tragedy
Waiting for the…

[Extended Chorus]
It seems this realization's esoteric (Bomb!)
When art's only about a profit (Bomb!)
What’s cheap to make and satisfies the rotting mind (Bomb!)
When partying and getting laid become the first priorities (Bomb!)
Unnoticed goes the cavalcade of tragedy (Bomb!)
We’re just waiting for the bomb!