2 4 6 8, who do we assassinate?
I am a product of bomb anxiety,
McJobs, and caustic animosity.
Beauty embedded in what used to be,
Everything else is drowning miserably.
Sell myself to popular apathy,
The scarred arms of a dumb society.
What's the new disease this year?
Another class raped too sincere?
Under their collapsed wing,
You don't know anything
And your ignorance is dangerous.
A culture raised by MTV,
Buy this generation, get one free.
Anti-summer of love hate machine
You built a dome where a hospital should've been.
Under their collapsed wing,
You don't know anything
And your ignorance is dangerous
2 4 6 8 who do we assassinate?
We are the aborted foetus of mistress fucks in politics,
The dumb figurehead, the scar you can't forget.