Bang that drum, initializer
Follow the crowd looking vaguely like you
It's fun when there's so many
I'd hate to be alone with those ideals

Blended culture breeds gray matter waste
Wrapped up in countless debates
Link it all with a money trail
Torture for an office and votes

Pile high the dead you leave
There's no reason to look back
Your name is now forever remembered
Along with the hate in your decrees

Just what I thought you were
Barbed Tongue wretch infested
Black tooth, smile for me *****
Write off your existence with that needle

Turn off the delusions of cleaning up
Bury your denial of the addiction
Dress up the dealer and your empty wallet
Look pretty when you get high

Life can't be wasted
Perfect lies turned truth
Bleed for the happiness you pay for
Dredge the ditch in which you exist.