We're only sad because we've got too much free time This emptiness just rots our minds And this luxury comes from slavery in some far, far away place If you want some sound advice Stop feeling sorry for yourself and go outside Ride your bike or run and run Until you clear your mind Always think about the things you buy And where they're from and how they're made Always try to keep in mind that you're privilige comes on the backs of slaves Idle hands and idle minds are such a waste of blood Someone died for your free time so dry your eyes and get up Get up and take advantage of the things you have They feed us lies They feed us poison We should bite their hands We are the children of evil men Let's take the power that they gave us and turn it back on them But most of all don't sit on your ass and say: you're too sad or you're too crazy Don't waste what you've got No there's nothing worse than being lazy