Break me, break me up And shake, shake me up Shake me up inside I've never been a mother fucker who wanted to sit and stare at the tv screen Brainwashed and fucked up From the things we look up on the screaming screen That feeds up everything we thought and where we knew we should be I am clearly not a product of my environment The screaming screen Slaves to the lights that make up our lives But sometimes it's too late to make our way outside the walls of our minds (the walls of our minds) Brainwashed and fucked up From the things that we look up on this screaming screen That feeds up everything we thought and where we knew we should be Tick tock, tick tock We're burning in our hell I've got Burning up our timing clock The living loves to live in shock Wasted youth's foul minds make up the products of our lives We give it back We praise with crime, the kids they're shooting all the time When will this fucking genocide take this screaming that's in our lives and take us back to that time? The screaming screen