Modern Life Is War - Media Cunt

Your greasy lips & your glassy eyes gave
You away. I suspected you’ve been infected
By the diseased discharge of the media
Cunt. So little room to exist between
The honest truth and a crippling worldview
Decadent, begging for pleasure. Like a druggie
On a hamster wheel begging for forever
I’m so sorry about you
You used to say you wanna live with dignity
And die on your feet. I hate to see you
Retreat. It’s too early to accept
Defeat. We’re all standing on shaky ground
And my knees are trembling too. It doesn’t
Mean I have to lie down. Nobody’s dunce
Nobody’s fucking clown
I’m so sorry about you
I suspected you’ve been infected
I’m so sorry about you