The JUNKIES run the streets
Hopped up on Power
Shootin' up Lies while their lovers take a shower
Feelin' really clean
Feelin' feelin' really clean
Feelin' really clean
Feelin' feelin' really clean
While I stay flea-bit with the collar 'round my neck
Big Brother must Profess this shit ain't a mess
And the Cretins!
And the Cretins!!!
And the cretins lap it up like good little kitties
MEDIA OPIUM OVERLOAD PROCESS
And the cretins suck it up from the teat that they're told
MEDIA OPIUM OVERLOAD PROGRESS
MEDIA OPIUM MASSES CONTENT
MEDIA OPIUM MASSES CONTENT
Praise the Lord
We found a Savior
Incoherent but a really nice tailor
Form over Substance
Form over Substance
Foremost the Substance Abuse in abundance
And the Dead dancin' in the streets with rotten stinkin' feet
While the Liars in the seats smile and say it smells sweet
Can you smell it too?
Can ya' can ya' smell it too?
Can you smell it too?
Can ya' can ya' smell it too?
I'm startin' to itch comin' down from this gaslight
Shrouding all the Truth but I'll never lose my sight
In the midst of the shit that they polish and Press
For the average consumer to digest and repress
I keep my mind sharp like a rapier to the chest
Ready to pierce the delusions of the Possessed
But the Junkies run the streets with a collar 'round my neck
Tighter and tighter and tighter and tighter and tighter
Tighter and tighter and tighter and tighter and tighter
Tighter and tighter and tighter and tighter and TIGHTER