I Wanna See It Burn

I wanna see it burn

The wasted mind the plastic world

With all the substance sucked out

What’s the point

Shoveling coal into a furnace

In a vessel with a tear in the hole

When every forming eyes infected with

Some pornographic nightmare

Growing pissing on the ashes

The ones who set the stage

It seems this realizations esoteric

When arts only about a profit

What’s cheap to make and satisfies the rotting mind

When partying and getting laid

Becomes the first priority

The novegoched the cavalcade of tragedy

We’re just waiting for the bomb

Mainstream, music, television

It’s just a distraction

To keep you from noticing

The innocent buried in your front yard

The fragments of bones

Beneath the white picket fences

Que the moral guidelines

To fit the current profitable trends

With all the feeling gone

You can barely call it art

The wild ones would never walk into the bullet

But to fit the mold

We would cut our hearts out

Lead the cash cow to the slaughter

We ache for something real

The emptiness tempts me, I feel paranoid

With millions of noises, I still hear its voice

Try to numb it, avoid it, to kill it or poison it

Till it's destroyed but it still doesn't fill up the void

It always feels like something's missing

But I don't know what it is and I'm stuck in this tunnel vision

While there's millions of children still sick and hunger-stricken

I'm just sitting back and waiting for these fuckin' drugs to kick in

As the plot just thickens, the clock is ticking away

And the cost of living is raised, but not the minimum wage

And I'm so sick of this basement I've been sitting for days in

With a loaded revolver and this abyss that I gaze in

And the chasm gazing back is awful hard to distinguish

From the darkness once the spark inside my heart is extinguished

So I'll relinquish my convictions in the face of resistance, I mean

Dead or alive, it really doesn't make any difference, it seems

We’re just waiting for the bomb

We’re just waiting for the bomb

We’re just waiting for the bomb