Hey! You there on the street, 
suspicious feelings as we meet.
Cancer breathing in a mental forecast,
I've got no fucking time for saturated overcast.
Injustice prevails with no end in sight.
We're headed for hell so stand up and fight.

[Fear me until the end]
[Hold me close by]
[Keep me with at all times]

It's quite repulsive, right?
We all know something's awry,
with index finger's in someone else's direction.
A problem will always need fixing.
A blood-starved generation now playing for keeps.
We need an exit but there's no where to run.
One man, one gun
an escape from all the masquerading.
The end, so near
and I can almost hear the breathing.

What's a life worth without living?
What are hands for if not shaking?
What are smiles without faking?
What is the monetary value of unhappy souls?
Maybe I'm crazy, maybe I'm insane.
Cause all I see is a government conspiracy