Weaponized masses
Central intelligence agents
All conspiring to take
My treats away
No, it's not something inside me
Quit looking for answers
Surrender to all that is fearful
Bark at moving trees
Well, you know
It's one of those relentlessly dreary scenarios
Don't teach me
Any new trick
Why'd you ever stop me
From ruining anything that I want
Teaching me new tricks is
A pointless, pointless war
No, I won't listen
Don't take me out for a walk
Hanging old bones to rot
On your bedroom's wall
Hollow faces on TV
Hollow faces
Office spaces out on the streets
No new tricks
New tricks