Consuming a plastic future Boy we all soak in apathy for answers A dip in the cold mud All filled and rich with static wonder In soggy stew Coughing my b b b brains I spit em up I keep 'em right here in my pocket Ohhh and I keep em right here in my pocket yeah Capiche to a motto Understand where these lines begin And seek no way to skip them Sit comfortably Capeche to a motto Understand where these lines begin Though it's gonna be cumbersome No need to succumb your soul 2,1,2 walk it Whether a punk head or a favorite on the timesheet Undependable or pending to hurry We're all through with a lateral vision The pounding in our heads Ahh we still going Tried and through We're through being lead by a vision that blankets the blind man For I'm fed again I'm fed again I'm fed again I'm fed up with you got caught on the brink of a spill A making over It's not my taste It's not my place Got caught on the brink of a spill Ahhh