I can't see no point to continue
Not that anybody would want to
Continue a life so dull
Running away from a consumer age nightmare
Capitalism bakes warfare
Into ever-breathin' folks
In a land of dreams
Somehow mistaken, we're pure fabrication
Sewn from the beds of greed
Stuck in a vision, materialism
All for a future void of justice
I can't see nothing quite as revolting
As the flowers and candy you're holding
Unfolding in paper hearts
