Well I'm a member of the generation Pentium mind
Post-Columbine kids we practice standing in line
I could hear the whistles blowin' at the degree factory
You better know your role
Paranoia kicks his shoes off and he settles in
Can't have a conversation without my head spinning
To the beat of the dark money metronome
The scattered tempo will arrest your soul
I brake for an*logies on this road to cure a complimentary disease of the heart
Provided at no extra charge by the liars spread by their who*es
Cancer costs a bit more
Half full or half empty man its no concern
When the gla** is smashed and you got nothing to learn
Come off your pedestal digress from your post
Obey the posters on the wall
Her goosebumps are whispering a secret to me
While logic's condescending on my fantasies
Searching for Atlantis in the thick of a storm
Capsize with the Montengards
Well I can't go it alone
But i don't need the approval of the megaphone
Because the voice behind's got a plan of his own
To play me for a fool
Even Ceaser can share some empathy
For the Fourth Estate's brutal murder atrocity
They tasted the blade of the Laissez-sword
And it burned when it went down
The weathermen are telling me that I'd better scramble
There's a storm on the brink that the levies won't handle
Opportunity's door is neither open or shut
It's rusted and propped ajar
I brake for an*logies on this road to cure a complimentary disease
My power is listed at the top of the screen
So play me for a fool