Ninety Pound Wuss - One Track Mind lyrics

rate me

Your substantial credibility

Isn't much a part of me

A spreading sickness, poor in taste

No sense of reality

Following the newest trend, it's cutting edge

So you pretend to believe ideals

And conform to rules of material opinions

We're all products of a manufactured generation

Controlled through television, by sex and violence

Resist

We accept the obscene as average

Twisting all that our instincts are fighting for

Resist it

Man exploiting women, flesh, sex, skin, flash

We rape, we destroy all that's holy

Resist them

Flesh market society we digress

We fight to survive while

Destroying each other with selfishness

Lies of liberty and freedom

Hopes in something called democracy

Masking the reality